le Sigh

Really now? Everything's gone quiet. I've been sleeping nice and well these past few days. What's going on? I hope this lasts, then I can finally rest easy.

Then again... I did have this weird dream yesterday. I didn't put much thought in it, but I do remember some details about it. So here goes.


Mmm... I remember it was...set in WWII. I remember distinctly that, in the dream, I wasn't me. I was in someone else's shoes, like a video game. I was...either British or American, I couldn't tell, but I remember that I was Caucasian in my dream. Hehe, an Asian dreaming that he's white, go figure. x3

I had an M1 Garand with a sniper scope and a Thompson submachine gun. I remember it was set in these...ruins. Bombed out ruins of a town, places on fire. Gunfire, explosions everywhere. Planes flying overhead, people yelling and screaming, bombs going off, people dying, smoke everywhere. It was madness. I can distinctly remember the feel of it all, the smell of burnt flesh, smoke, the sounds of gunfire, the smell of gunpowder. The feel of the gun in my hands.

I remember...watching these two blokes. They were Caucasian too, though I can distinctly remember they spoke a language other than English. I can remember holding up my gun, staring through the scope at them. My perch was up high, on some sort of bombed out ledge. Then I shot at them.

Now, this is where things started getting weird. I don't know whether its the fact I play a lot of shooters or something else, but I remember hitting one of them and watching a chunk of his health bar disappear. He had a health bar. And so did his buddy, the red bar suddenly appearing above his head. The two of them then whirled around and started shooting back! I could feel the thumps of bullets hitting me, and my vision getting really red around the edges.

Sounds like I'm describing a video game right? Like Call of Duty: World at War or something.

Anyways!

I remember firing back for a while, before the ammo in my rifle ran out. I had to abandon the rifle and then abandoning my perch. The Thompson was in my hands, suddenly, as I ran down into the still-burning ruins of the building I was in. I ran outside and caught sight of the two round a corner. With gun in hand, I ran out, spraying them with lead. I could see the red of their health bars going down and down and down until they both ran out. The two of them collapsed, apparently dead. I ran over to their corpses and took their dogtags.

Then I got hit bad. Boom, the gunshot came a split second later. Sniper. Apparently I had taken a hell of a hit, because I remember my vison suddenly growing black as I sank to my knees, then collapsed as blackness engulfed me.



Then I woke up.

True story. I have really weird dreams sometimes.

- DJ