in the dream it is a war torn battlefield, there's some kind of checkpoint it's unclear, multiple armies, a troup carrier is trying to get through, there's some trouble, the checkpoint soliders don't want to let through a group of soldiers who have a prisoner in their vehicle because of his nationality. i say 'his' here, but the soldiers don't really seem explicitly male, though they are masculine. the leader concedes to leave the prisoner to move on, but the prisoner protests knowing his fate. the truck takes off, and the prisoner makes a break running for the back of the truck where some soldiers are holding out their hands to help in get back in. just as he takes their hands a rifleshot rings out. the two soldiers lock eyes and then they KISS! everything starts to get thin and slow down, there's a kind of vortex in the KISS! the two soldiers are enacting a kind of ancient farewell between the alienated individual and the socius. and there's a soundtrack.. a beautiful voice singing, a kind of slow jazzy, the humanity gets modulated in different ways:
Huumaaannityyy, It was your very fiirst kiiisss.. Huumaaannityyy, It was your very laast kiiiisss... and it just keeps repeating, and a montage of battle-scenes plays, and scenes or memories of mothers kissing their newborn infants, people kissing the elderly, people kissing the dead, the dieing.. I woke up crying...
