I have had two dreams about at least one soldier in the past 3 weeks.
The first dream was that I was sitting on a couch (that’s no longer in my house and was in a place that is currently occupied by a pellet stove) in at maybe 10-ish at night where I was sitting there, using my school laptop, when my mom left. A few seconds after she left, I heard rapid gunshots from nearby. I looked out the window to see that there was a soldier going down my driveway firing a heavy machine gun mounted onto the top of the truck into the air. Somehow I knew when it came back, it would fire at me. Then a few seconds later, I look out the window and it had turned around, so I closed my laptop and set it next to me on the couch and I just sat there, kinda frozen, when about 6-8 shots come through the wall and nearly blow my shins in half.
My second dream about being in a war was of me seeing an enemy soldier and trying to lure him to come after me so I could hopefully kill him before he killed me. I went into a little dugout that my step dad had built that was under a house (that i don’t actually own, or live in, but had in my dream) and I remember looking down these levels in the floor that were each about 4 feet lower than the previous one. Not wanting to take the time to go down the dirt inclines, knowing my enemy would see me, I started jumping down them one by one. I remember being in a small room on what I believe was the last level in the dugout. The soldier came around the corner and I shot at him and missed. The dream skipped past the fight we had and went to a camera’s view of me holding him in a headlock on the dirt floor with a little pocket revolver to his jugular vein.
After that, the dream went to me shooting at a small group of enemies that had come around the exact same corner to the exact same room. After just a few short bursts of my rifle, I ran out of ammo, so I tried the grenade launcher (which, since I’ve played video games where a grenade launcher on a rifle would shoot grenades that made explosions about the size of a fitness ball, I hoped I wouldn’t get hurt) and it turns out that the launcher fired a mist that seemed to be irritating the group of enemy soldiers.
After that, the dream went to me on a level with a small roof and an opening that provided the ground as a gun rest. I remember thinking that if I even popped my head up to aim at the many surrounding enemies, I’d surely get shot in the head. I popped my head up and took aim and started firing for the heads of my enemies. After a few short bursts, and running out of ammo for yet a second time, I woke up.
I like these dreams. I don’t know why, and I don’t know why I’m having them. All I know is that I wanna know why I like them, why I’m having them, and that I wanna have more of them, because they’re interesting.
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