With the General and the Seed-like Policies of the IRGC

I was dreaming that I was dancing with Milad Mohammadi, a player of the national football team, when suddenly I saw General Dr. Mohsen Rezaei, the commander, dancing with us in his sacred military uniform. I frowned and said to Mohsen Rezaei, 'General, this is unlike you!' He replied, 'Due to today's missile operation of the IRGC, I have a lot of energy and don't know where to release it.' Milad Mohammadi shouted, 'Right here! Right here!' I noticed that I was losing control of my dream, so I sent Milad to practice a throw-in and asked Mohsen Rezaei, 'Sir, what did you mean when you wrote on your Twitter that the main reprimand is on the way?' But he kept dancing and singing, 'Hey, this waist is moving, I don't know where to release it?' I shouted, 'The signal you are currently hearing announces a red alert, and its meaning is that...' and with God's permission, a red siren echoed in the air, and Mohsen Rezaei ducked under me to take cover. I said, 'General, I was joking. Let it go!' It took him a moment to realize I was joking, and he stood up, muttering some unbroadcastable insults as he was leaving. I said, 'General, you didn't answer my question!' He replied, 'What? The reprimand? If I were to say it, it wouldn't be a reprimand; now you will see.' He gave me a venomous smile, and his fang sparkled cartoonishly. I said, 'General, forget it! With today's situation, the main reprimand was that two of your missiles fell around Kermanshah.' He asked, 'Did you eat seeds?' I replied, 'Huh? What does that have to do with it, General? I'm going to play the siren again.' He said, 'Look, seeds have a shell, but the seed inside is delicious.' I asked, 'Well, what does that have to do with it?' He explained, 'Our missile policy is that we launch 6-7 missiles; two or three of them are just shells that hit here and there, and three or four of them hit other targets.' He pulled out a handful of seeds from his pocket and started cracking them. I said, 'Excuse me, but your missile policy is very seed-like.' He offered me his handful of seeds and said, 'We specially prepare these sunflowers for the meetings at the Assembly in the secretariat. Go ahead, enjoy.' The thought of Ayatollah Jannati cracking seeds at the Expediency Council made me laugh. It seemed he understood what I was laughing about because he replied, 'We give them to the Supreme Leader; Mr. Bahonar cracks them and puts them in his mouth.' When he said this, I burst out laughing, and moments later, while Mohsen Rezaei was buried under a pile of sunflower seed shells, I woke up shouting, 'Oh, the seeds launched by the IRGC!'