Summer Anxiety

I had an odd dream Friday night. I dreamt I was in Monrovia, Liberia, a warm tropical locale. The afternoon was warm and breezy. Friend Craig was firing a RPG (rocket propelled grenade) at a troop transport helicopter that had landed at my house, a short distance away.

Then abruptly, I was approaching my real house in Corrales, NM, in a VW Bug, with Friend Steve. The moonlit wintertime night was bitterly cold, and snow lay everywhere. I was upset that Steve wouldn't stop singing and talking, since presumably the enemy troops were still at the house.

I think it's a New Theater anxiety dream of some sort, but exactly what sort, who knows? And who exactly is the enemy?