I am back in my high school, preparing for my reunion.  There are drill sergeants/police drilling us on how to march.  I see many familiar faces, except my first love, with whom things ended badly.  I ignore her, and hope she does not notice me.  One child is wearing a skull cap.  I get the impression I am supposed to suck up to him.  However, I resolve that if asked, I will not, for I shall declare that Jews are neither cursed or chosen, but just people.  I know the drill instructor will torture me for it, but he does not.  I have trouble marching in complete unison with the others.  It ends with us all graduating the driller's course, and getting macdonalds.  I say grace, and then the dream ends.