It's 1914. I'm with boys as young as 13 and young men in their 20's. Everyone's happy and excited. Everyone can't wait to be in France. Except me. The only reason I'm there is because I've been conscripted. (I looked, they didn't use conscription until 1917.) I'm scared. Because I know. I know that most of the happy, excited young people I'm surrounded by aren't going to be coming home. I try to tell people around me. I try to tell a young boy, "Look this is going to be a bloodbath, millions of people are going to die!" He just looks at me and says, "Nah, it won't be that bad." I'm panicking because no one's listenning to what I say. I try another person, this one probably between 17 and 25, "This war is going to last for four years! It's gonna be really bad!" He puts a hand on my shoulder and says, "The war'll be over by Christmas, don't you listen to the radio?" People start walking outside to where transportation is. In my dream, it's a plane, but I know that planes weren't carrying passengers regularly until a couple of decades later. I try my best to run, to hide to escape from a one-way trip to France, but, in both versions of the dream that I've had so far, I've given up and been taken out to the transport where...

My dream ends. I tell you, it's not a nice dream when you're having it. Anyone else have any similar experience?