This Nightmare

five inches tall

“We,” all of us, were being sorted into two levels of what was nominally the Israeli army, but we were going to be marched into upstate New York, in the dark. It was pitch dark throughout the dream. The important level, a small proportion of the total, were human-sized and would get to have names, or at least acknowledgment of their individual existence. There was no label like “officer corps” to explain this sorting. Everyone else was to be tiny, maybe 5 inches tall (like the peasants in Egyptian tomb paintings), part of a nameless mass; cannon fodder. I didn’t know which class I was in; it hardly mattered. I still felt full-sized, but nameless and lost in the mass, a pair of eyes. We were packed together in the dark, could have been a prison holding cell, a cattle car, a muddy field. We were going to be marched upstate to forage, starve, and die.

Sounds about right.