Mike awoke in his rack aboard CVN 72, the USS Abraham Lincoln. The general quarters alarm was going off, and Mike could'nt help but notice that this was not a drill. He got dressed and ran to his shop, to make muster and help where rineeded. On the way there, he heard the warning over the 1MC: " Incoming missile, brace for shock!" Mike heard the familiar tune of "row, row, row your boat" building in intensity in his ears, causing him to forget to brace for shock. The missile pierced the skin of the ship precisely 20 feet in front of him shaking him to the deck. He thought "Fuck, I am going to die", but it never happened. He looked at the missile directly in front of him, and it was not detonated. "Stupid terrorists, cant even build good missiles." He said out loud as he tried to get past it cautiously. He tripped and fell, impaling himself on a fin of the missile. Unlike most dreams, this was sharply painfull. The fin went into his stomach and ruptured his kidney. "Suits me right, mocking you." Mike said to himself. Just then, the missile detonated. Mike woke up in a hospitol bed, gasping for air.