I'm aware through news reports that Chinese soldiers have been catching on fire. The dream shifts into a narrative of what was happening.
I'm a a Chinese soldier in the lower half of a bunk bed in the barracks. We are at war with the Canadians and I'm trying not to worry that I'll be a victim of a Canadian attack that's been causing soldiers to catch on fire. I think some sort of powder has been thrown on the parts of my limbs sticking out from under the covers. There is a commotion outside, people running, a single gunshot. I wake the soldier next to me and we get out of bed. Cinders fly through the air close by, I try to avoid them thinking the powder on my limbs may be some kind of Greek fire. I'm touched by some of the sparks and my skin starts to burn and smoke, but I'm able to put out the flames with a blanket. It's still smoldering though.
We escape from the barracks and are in the home of white people. A sympathetic woman takes me into the shower with her to try to completely put out the fire on my limbs. I'm not sure if it's working or not, but I have to quickly escape because enemy rednecks are pulling up into the front yard. The soldier I woke up and I run out the back through more showers of sparks and jump into a river. We climb onto a large wooden raft and float down the canal.
The narrative jumps several days into the future and we're still on the raft. We're hungry and I'm fishing. I catch a fish and as I'm bringing it in, a boat approaches. We hail down the boat for help. The occupants think we're Islamic terrorists and I can't communicate that we're actually Chinese because I don't speak English. There seems to be some disagreement as to what to do with us, one man wants to set me on fire, one woman is unsure. There are several books on a table and I try to indicate I'm Chinese by reading one written in Chinese. The woman understands and explains the situation to the man, but just as that crisis is resolved another of an vague nature arises and we have to jump into the water and escape.
I have the idea that we have to swim out of Canada to America through a canal system. As we cross into the U.S., we get out of the canal and start walking up a rural two lane highway. A vehicle approaches and again, we can't communicate the situation because we don't speak English.
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