The other night (7/5/10) I was in bed half sleeping. In the distance I heard fireworks. In this state I began to dream that I was lying on a leather or plastic mattress (it felt odd), top bunk in a very small crews' quarters aboard a ship which I knew to be the DE163. It's hot. I am looking out a small portal. It's night. On the horizon I see flashes of light and their reflection on the sea. There is a distant sea battle raging. I think to myself that the firing of the guns (battleships) sound like fire crackers. I think of a wooden fence back home, an alleyway and kids playing with fire crackers. The 163 is not involved in the battle. It seems anchored not far from a small island. The waters are calm. There's nothing more. I was surprised to find the next day that the DE163 served in the Pacific War. Don't know anymore than that.