Trial and Error

Another old dream. I write them out as I remember.

It started with me and my mom in some sort of military bunker. We are being led through, and seem to know where we are and why we were there.

Suddenly an alarm goes off and and everyone in the base starts running around getting ready for some sort of invasion. We pass a section where there are a bunch of baby's and some soldiers begin to hide them. It is only then that I realize all the soldiers are women.

I am given a gun and a helmet and I take position with them in the entry way everyone aiming at the large double doors. Everyone seemed so trained, and I was a bit floppy holding a gun, but got in position with them despite.

I wondered what could possibly be coming for the entire base to be up in arms. I ask the person next to me "who is coming?" or something along those lines. She turns to me and says "it's him". I have even less understanding and just turn to the doors which are now rattling.

The doors suddenly burst open letting light engulf the room, three silhouettes coming into view. A few of the girls gasp, some flinch. The men walk in, in the middle stands my dad. He scans the room causing everyone to shiver with fear. They had been so prepared, and were now frozen, unable to act.

He walked in slowly and deliberately singing some creepy version of the ABCs. No one can even mutter a word they are so frightened. I can not believe that they can not defend their own bunker.

My mom, from across the way yells to me "Kill him! Just kill him!"
I say "No I can't just kill him."
She just repeats "Kill him!"

I raise my gun and aim it for his head. Right when I get a shot he turns and looks me in the eye. His gaze scares me and I shoot. It impacts his temple and he swings around but does not even loose balance. I shoot him in the head again, he flings around again, ending up facing me again. He looks into my eyes and says "I love you" and falls to the ground dead.

I begin shaking and drop my gun in shock. I am traumatized and having a meltdown.
Everyone begins to cheer. A few gather around me patting me on the back, congratulating me. My mom says "good job" and I just brush her off. They keep coming to congratulate me but I am just trying to get away, ashamed at what I had done.