Even before I've left for the military, and way before I've owned guns, I've been having a reoccurring theme in some of my dreams.
Every few weeks or so, I have a post-apocalyptic style dream. Not like a nuclear fallout, or zombie invasion. I find myself placed in a time in the not-so-distant future, in which society has recently collapsed, and the country has been in a state of anarchy and chaos. Either anarchy, or sometimes it's a very George Orwell 1984 dystopia. Either way, I usually find myself in a resistance of 3-4 close-friends, sometimes running into other groups and tagging along with them. Nothing is ever fixed in the dream, and we usually all end up shot.
Here's an except of one of those style dreams. Before you ask. Yes, I do write my dreams down, and yes, you would too if you had dreams as frequent and as vivid as I do. Go to sleep with a 21mg nicotine
patch to get a glimpse of my world.
I'm in a building at night. Some kind of library, or bookstore, where I'm walking around on the second floor. There's a staircase in the middle, and windows overlooking the street from all sides, except the back where the staircase leads up to.
I talk to quite a few people. Families with kids, all enjoying their time in the store, checking out the various books. Suddenly a car comes swerving around the corner outside. A guy pops out of the moon roof, and immediately opens fire on the right side of the store. People start screaming, and I hit the deck, bullets flying over my head. A few of the parents got hit, but the children were okay at the time.
The car continues it's strafe around the whole building, shattering windows all around. I keep thinking, "I need a gun. I need a gun now!" but unfortunately I cannot get one because there's no one in sight.
I stand up, but am pinned down again from the roof gunner. Suddenly, as my head is down, the rest of the squad comes running in, guns blazing. The first man enters, kicks a couple to the floor, and unloads his gun into them. I try to crawl to a corner, hopefully finding some kind of weapon, sharp object, etc.
The group stops at nothing, even shooting kids in their path. I roll over to my back as I feel bullets hitting just behind me. One of the guys jumps over my feet, standing over me, and shoots me in the stomach multiple times. The dream ends abruptly as I lay dying, clutching my stomach.
Interesting thing about all our dreams is our fear of being unarmed, or our weapons not working.
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