Dreamlog: War
I'm in a battlefield, rifle at the ready. The field is familiar. It's Olivia Road.
I don't know who I'm shooting at, but they're shooting at me.
I lend a gun, a fancy automatic, to someone beside me. The piece looks like something my brain just made up because it looks too futuristic to be real. Its black coating shines as I pass it off to an unknown soldier. He's unknown because I can't recall his face. What I do recall is that he's a friend. He feels like a friend, like I've known him forever. He runs off and all of a sudden...
I have a sniper rifle, my preferred weapon. My right holster holds a silver magnum. Perched atop a bunker (I don't know how that's possible either, but hey, it's a dream), I aim at moving targets, wait till my heart slows down, and as soon as it goes tttttttthump, I pull the hair trigger. One down. I see three more. My men are shooting at them too. I steady my aim, wait for one of them to stop, and BOOM. That's two. The men at the bottom take the rest of the invaders down.
Afterwards, a stranger hands me back my automatic. I look at the stranger for a beat and look at the gun. I hold it in my hand and stare for a long time. With a deep sigh, I move on, walking towards the smokey battlefield, deeper into enemy territory.
I don't know who I'm shooting at, but they're shooting at me.
I lend a gun, a fancy automatic, to someone beside me. The piece looks like something my brain just made up because it looks too futuristic to be real. Its black coating shines as I pass it off to an unknown soldier. He's unknown because I can't recall his face. What I do recall is that he's a friend. He feels like a friend, like I've known him forever. He runs off and all of a sudden...
I have a sniper rifle, my preferred weapon. My right holster holds a silver magnum. Perched atop a bunker (I don't know how that's possible either, but hey, it's a dream), I aim at moving targets, wait till my heart slows down, and as soon as it goes tttttttthump, I pull the hair trigger. One down. I see three more. My men are shooting at them too. I steady my aim, wait for one of them to stop, and BOOM. That's two. The men at the bottom take the rest of the invaders down.
Afterwards, a stranger hands me back my automatic. I look at the stranger for a beat and look at the gun. I hold it in my hand and stare for a long time. With a deep sigh, I move on, walking towards the smokey battlefield, deeper into enemy territory.
