To the editor:

In my dream, I awaken. It is cold and dark, and I am naked. Then I think I know this place; this is my two steps by two and a half steps. I am safe from them here. Then I think, no wait, what woke me? They are back for me.

I am dragged, screaming down the bright hallway. A vicious dog, barely held back, barks and snarls at my heels. I am thrown on a board and strapped down. A rag is placed over my face and then the water begins. I am drowning, they are shouting at me, then the world goes black, I think I have died.

I awake and they shout at me again. I must tell them what they want to know. What do they want to hear? I will tell them. The water begins again. “Wait,” I shout. “It is Abdullah! Abdullah plots to kill you!”

They leave to get Abdullah. I am dragged back down the bright hallway and thrown back in my two steps by two and a half steps. I am safe from them here.

I awake from my nightmare in a cold sweat. Then I think, I know this place, I am safe in my home. Then I think, no wait, it is a dream for me but reality for others. My government is doing this in my name. My vice president says it is a “no-brainer.” I am not safe.

Doug Burger,

Lawrence