The story goes in the snowy ruins and outskirts of a town, we were awaiting the enemy. What few of us, whoever we were, had orchestrated with the few tools and equipment we had defenses in preparation for the enemy. Those who we were with did not know what to do or how to do it; I myself told them many times how to position the defenses, but they could not do it correctly, leaving me to do it. Why we did this was clear, as there were refugees and people of this town who the enemy would kill, not just us. When we finished our work, I took to lounging, knowing all we could do is wait.

What came next was a slight shift of perspective of self. My close confidant asked me just what it was I was doing, eating the food of the starving people, even while we were all hungry. The actual self replied to him, "I haven't eaten in days. Would you rather I eat them?" To which he threw his hands up in frustration and walked away, but understanding, as even in the dream the story was clear; one cannot take care of others until they can take care of themselves. The context was all clear no less, for this was one of his recalls yet I was merely present again.