This time, I had the weirdest dream I could remember as Nurse Valence made an appearance in it. She was injecting more fluid in my IV and leaned over ...o look at me. In my dream state, her cleavage rose up between the V-shaped top and her eyes locked on mine.She caressed my cheek and straightened up and I watched her backside swish away like a pendulum on a grandfather clock. The surreal images dimmed and turned to black and nothing else happened for a while. But the dream came back in angelic. .. at least, within the government."My team will teleconference in," he said.He pulled up a computer monitor and hit some keys. Two faces popped up on the screen, impossibly young faces."Any change?" asked Bratley."Hoover Dam is getting a handle on shutting down. No other change," said the one with the beard."You want to get my geek, too?" said Peterson.More keystrokes led to Myrowitz of Homeland Security joining the computer party as well. Myrowitz was still buttoning his shirt, but the garish. They passed it back and forth but one of the Italian players intercepted and kicked the ball toward the Ghana end. He kicked the ball to his teammate. Just as the other teammate got the ball. I heard heavy breathing and moaning behind me. “Fuck yes, yes, oh yes.” All of a sudden everyone in the stadium cheered and I looked to see the Italian's had scored again. The whistle blasted ending the game.“We need more napkins and cloth to clean all the milkshake off Sandra. Wow there's more. His leg is bleeding, but not badly, and blood is running from under his helmet. Checking, I can see that it’s a shallow cut, but surrounded by a massive goose egg.Checking on Bertke next, (if Anderson has it in him to yell at me, then he has it in him to wait), I see that both of his legs are busted, the bone poking through his right thigh. Ripping off his medical kit, I apply first aid, until I’m sure he’ll survive. He’s already passed out from the pain.Where is our other truck? Our radio is.