Well you see, we were in... one of those sandboxes. Afghanistan? Iraq? And the enemy side was tossing my own nukes at me. Which- hi, that's not okay. Rude. Where are they getting my missiles from. I have so many questions but dream me is kind of kidnapped right now and can't ask those.
Because... I am not actually sure. Maybe my next dream will tell me more. I do know that when I try to remove it, that's Very Bad.