Post how your dream goes. You have to wake-up sometime though.
Mine:
I open my eyes. There is ringing in my ears. My sight is blurred. Everything starts to clear up though. I hear gunfire. A shell lands in the distance. I get up. A man runs up to me. âJohnny! Youâre alive!!â
âWho are you?â
âWhat, did you get amnesia? That explosion was pretty big. Iâm your childhood friend, Phil!â
I turn around. Phil is standing right behind me. He raises his gun to shoot. I jump out of the way(Iâm lying on the ground). He hits the bomb, destroying any chance of me detonating it. He turns towards me. He raises his gun. Sorry.
I raise my gun and pull the trigger. A bullet enters his skull and exits the other side. He slumps over. I get up and walk over to him. Why did he hesitate? Did he still want to be friends? Had he seen the light? I realized I would never know. I shut his eyes and took his rifle. The tank had already destroyed several other vans, I could see some more rebels had died. I had to destroy that tank. I jumped on it and lifted the hatch(all prototype style). I hopped in. It was bigger on the inside than I thought. Iâve been waiting Private.
Iâm in a city. I sit up. There are many others also lying on beds. I look out the window. It appears to be daytime.
Tank
I wake up. What an odd dream. I look around. I see the corporal. It all comes rushing back to me. How did I do that? I say to myself.
I try to get up, but scream in pain from my wounds. Apparently, a soldier heard me. He climbs in, drags me out of the tanks, and cuffs me. He then kicks me a few times in my wounds. Piece of s***. The corporal was a good man.
I think about his head exploding. Nothing happens.
