What you're gonna read here is NOT meant racist in ANY way. I hate racialism, you know that.

Lately, I had a dream which felt so real that it took long for me to realize that it was just a dream after I woke up.

Here's what I dreamed about:

After having an exchange year in the USA, I finally got back home to my country. I slept in my room as I suddenly woke up when I heard the noisy sounds of many planes doing low level flights above my town. I looked out the window and saw that these planes were air forces, and a kind which I hadn't seen before in my country too. Then one of these planes stroke the roof of my house, on purpose, so that it got destroyed and some of its tiles rained on me. Distant voices of people cried something I couldn't understand. Immediately, I ran out my house, and noticed that there was a tank about to break the wall of my house at the same time.
They destroyed my whole house!
I was speechless and confused. I saw a few rats on the ground looking for shelter now that anything had gotten ruined. People ran around in fear, and I could finally understand what they were yelling:
"THE US ARMY! IT'S THE US ARMY! THEY'RE BACK!"
I was still kinda frozen, and very confused. I had nice memories of my exchange year in the USA, but these people here were so different from what I had experienced about them.
Soon I noticed an old woman on the street that dropped on her knees and burst out in tears, while anyone else of the town folks quickly passed me, running away from something or someone I didn't know. I went to this old woman and asked her why she was crying. She looked at me and said that she'd lost everthing; her home, her family, and anything she owns. I looked at my destroyed house and believed that there had to be a good-sounding explanation for this weird happening and that there must be a way to make peace. But no matter how much I tried to comfort her, she shook her head and said she knows better.
After that, many US soldiers came across our way, and I asked one of them being upset about this all: "What have I done to you?!" (As a way of saying "Why the hell are you doing this?!") The soldier laughed at my ignorance and turned away, but I didn't give up: "WHY are you doing this?!" Then he looked around whether there were other US soldiers that could see him, as if he's ashamed of being seen talking to one of his enemies. When he noticed that noone was looking, he answered me quietly. But I didn't understand the answer. I mean, I understood the words but not the sense of his sentences. He told me something about laws and numbers and turned away.
Later, another group of really rude soldiers came and yelled at us to come with them. Certainly, noone of us town folks was like obeying someone that had just destroyed their homes, having fun like boys playing sick video games. The one old woman stepped forward and was about to give a heroic speech about peace and freedom and the will never to surrender. Unfortunately, she got shot before she could finish her first sentence. The soldiers then grabbed my arms, so that it hurt, and pulled me to where they wanted to bring all the prisoners they made. Coming from another direction, I heard other US soldiers yelling: "GO! GO! MOVE! NOW!!"
They had found other people to take away that tried to hide from them, and some of them were my own family. After not having seen them for a year, I had that sudden urge to run to them. But a soldier held me back: "You! STAY HERE!"
I called the names of family members to make them notice me, because they didn't seem to. Their faces pointed down, and noone seemed to have any hope. I kept calling their names, but then my mouth got hit by a soldier as a way of saying "Would you just shut up?!"
However, soon my oldest brother did notice me, and kicked the soldier that held him so that he'd let him go. My brother ran away, leaving a mad, swearing bunch of US soldiers behind him. Four other soldiers immediately started to chase him when he dissappeared behind the ruins of my town. I heard a lot of swearing words that the soldiers yelled at him on their way. Then I heard gun shots. Then more swearing words.
I cried. I cried so loudly, when I saw my family getting taken away to one direction, and me to another one.
The soldiers treated us like we were not more worth than the dust and dirt of the ground.

When I woke up I had an awful sympathy for the people of Iran...


Of course it's understandable to get upset about this really really terrible thing that happened with the World Trade Centers. But I wonder whether the USA really thinks that ANYone of the Iranian did this or would have supported this crap.
I also don't think that all people of the USA support attacks with atomic bombs. That was only one of the most evil and cowardly ideas of the president, which, for your information, has a lower IQ (93) than the IQ average of his own country anyway. I say cowardly because Bush wasn't the one that dropped the bomb and watched thousand of people die, or left his country at all. Actually, some of the pilots that experienced that moment when the bomb got dropped, committed suicide when they got aware of what they've done. I think that even some of them committed suicide on the same place where they dropped the bomb.
I wish that the battles would be like in the old times, in which the leader of an army stays in FRONT of his army when they do a battle. These days, leaders send strangers to do their dirty work and sit at home watching TV and counting their money.
Bush didn't even care to do something when he heard that a plane hit one of the WTC towers. He didn't move his fat ass when he heard that another plane hit the second tower either. Probably, he'd known that this would happen. I'm also quite sure that there must be a reason why Bin Laden was so upset about his country and wanted to take revenge.

And I do know that USA also do that war to steal oil.
I mean, it's oil! Oil, oil, just oil!
Is it worth paying so much blood for?

You, soldiers and president, go get your oil! Fine! Go transport it across the ozean and expect some drunk captains to cause accidents and drop some of it all over the sea so that it kills more than just people that tried to defend if from you. Even if you don't have an accident there, oil isn't very healthy on land anyway. You can't drink it, and you can't heal with that oil. All you can do with it is supporting cars and planes and stuff that give these toxic gases all over the air we breath.
And for that you do this war.

Sorry for my ignorance but something like that isn't worth a war for me.

Now go ahead and laugh at me.