lucid

here is last night's dream for you

So I'm in this store here in town, at the mall. I think i was at The Bay. It's a big department store that sells a little bit of everything. I was waiting in line to pay for my stuff when this guy comes up to me and strikes up a conversation. I thought he was a decent enough guy and he was tellin me about his life, saying he was going to leave town and just leave it all behind. Then he asks me if I want to keep his car, and of course, I say "sure", being the gullable idiot that I am sometimes (in real).

So we leave the store after I pay for my goods and he takes me to this car. It's a white car that is the same make and model as mine but it was a little messy on the inside. So I get in this car and he gives me the key. I try to start it but it was having some issues. "It needs some gas" he said. "I just ran out on my way here". So he thanks me for taking his car off his hands and "I'm happy to see it's in the hands of a good owner". 'OK great' I think, thinking of what I"m going to do with this thing. Do I sell it? Do I keep it? I figured it was a good car for parts for my own car, not that it's falling apart or anything, but it does have a pretty bad dent in one of the quarters.

"One thing though," he said. "Do you mind if I have a look at your car?"

"Sure" I say. So I take him over to my car and show him that it's the same make and model as his, but it's in much better condition.

"Wow what an awesome car this is!" he exclaims. I thought, 'It's nothing special.. same thing u got..'

"OK great!" he said. He leaves. I went back in the mall as I had a few more hours of browsing/shopping to do. It's late by the time I'm done and i come out of the mall. It's close to closing time and there is hardly anyone in the parking lot. So I walk over to his car and try to start it. I look at the gas guage in his car and see that it still has a little gas in it. 'Funny I didn't notice that' I think to myself. Then I start searching his car for any treasures he might have left behind, and that's when I start to find drugs. 'Uh oh'. My first thought turns to.. this is a hot car.

So I pull the drugs out of his car, as it was just some weed, and I walk over to my car. 'Well there's a problem with that car, but maybe I can have it towed and use it for parts to replace the panel on my car' I think. Then as i walk to my car I start to imagine what I could replace in my own car to make it better. I imagine the panel being on my car and being dent free. I've had the dent in my car for quite some time in real, and in my dream I thought it would be so awesome to have my car nice looking again. The only problem with his car is that it was white and mine is green. 'oh well, I'll get it painted' I think. So I get into my car and hmmm.. for some reason the key won't work on the door. I get quite confused about this and I don't know what's going on. I decide to get in through the passenger side and unlock the driver side door, which worked.

I get in my car and insert the key and turn it. Now MY car was having problems starting. I couldn't figure out what was going on, till I notice the gas guage. It was dead empty. 'Oh god, what the hell?' I think to myself.

INSERT: In a previous dream fragment I had last night, at the very end of my dream, i remember putting a bunch of gas in my car.

So here I am wondering why I'm out of gas. 'I just put some gas in it! I should have a quarter tank at least!' I thought. Thankfully there is a gas station that is in the same parking lot as the mall and it was only 20 or 30 feet away from where I was parked. Great I think, as I pull into the gas station. I go inside the station and talk to the addendant there. "I need to put in $10" I say. We had a short chat, and I asked her how does gas just suddenly disappear from the gas tank like that?

"Maybe someone siphoned your gas out" she says.

"nah that's impossible, who would do that in a parking lot outside a busy mall" I say. But I go back to my car and put the gas in. As I'm pouring the gas, I think, damn I think she's actually right. I couldn't think of any other possibility. There was definitely not a leak in my gas tank. Then my thoughts go back to the guy who gave me his car. 'Something very fishy is going on here' I think. Then I started looking at my own car. It was a mess. I could see in through the window that someone had been inside my car and threw a bunch of garbage in there. My thoughts immediately turn to my guns, which are usually stored in the trunk of my car. Ohhhh shit.

I finished putting fuel in my car and was about to get in, when I hear "HEY" from a few feet away. I turn to look, and there was the guy that gave me his car, with a possey of friends with him. Ohhhh double shit.

"I want my car back" he said.

"Yeah, about that," I retorted. "Your car won't start, it's fucked. I don't know what's up with it." I started adding everything up. The guy had obviously stolen the car and left it there in the parking lot as it had died. These guys were obviously drug dealers and they needed to get rid of some sort of.. "evidence".. pawning it off to me.. some innocent guy.

"Yeah," he said "That's why we're here. We're taking your car. Give me the keys" My thoughts turned back to my guns. What do I do? Give him the car? But if I do my guns are in the trunk, and I could be in BIG shit for that. Also, do I get my gun out of the trunk of my car and defend myself? I can feel an attack coming on.

"You're not getting my keys" I said. "This is my car. you can have yours back.. i don't want it"

"Oh it's too late for that, you've seen what's in there. We need your car now"

"No" I said. I tried to get into my car. My adrenaline was pumping and my hands were shaking.. I couldn't get the key into the door lock. I always lock my doors when I fill up my car. Bad habit, I guess. No sooner did my attempt to get in my car fail, one of his buddies started heading towards me. He was a fairly stalky dude and I knew I would have a hard time defending myself. I'm not the strongest guy in the world and I hate fighting.. I freeze up and I generally get my ass kicked in every fight. 'Oh what I would give to have my sword with me right now' i think. In real, I bought a very nice sword, 36'' blade. It is a replica of a 14th century military sword used by soldiers in the english army. I bought it specifically for home defense.

So the guy comes up to me and grabs me. I was wishing I had just told the guy to fuck off to begin with, but wishing wasn't going to change the situation I was in now. The guy was punching my chest and tried to tackle me from behind. During this I managed to pull my phone out. I got it unlocked and got the dialer open. I was trying to dial 911 when the guy put his leg around my mid section. A moment of brilliance hit me and I pulled my legs up and kicked his knee out. I was now on top of him, and we were both falling to the ground. I remember the fall being in slow motion, the whole way down i thought, 'this is going to be really bad for him'. My head was directly in front of his face. We hit the ground and I made a strong point of smashing the back of my head right into his face as his head slammed against the pavement.

Sure enough I knocked him out cold. I had enough time to dial 911. Then one of the other guys came up to me and slapped my phone out of my hand. It landed on the ground but it was too late, it was already dialed, and the line was open. Now all I had to do was wait for the cops to show up and I would be OK. I pushed the guy away and tried to talk to my attackers, especially the guy I was originally dealing with. He was standing in the background. I yelled out "why are you doing this to me? what did I ever do to you? I'm just some stranger to you!"

"You were in the wrong place at the wrong time" he said. At this point they managed to get my car keys away from me. They all walked up to my car. I was still talking to them. The guy that I had faceplanted into the ground got up and went to the car as well. "You're a fucking idiot man" he said. "What kind of retard accepts a car from a perfect stranger".

"I felt bad for you man.. I took the car off your hands because I thought you needed to get rid of it and had no where else to go"

"Well, sucks to be you right? Let this be a lesson for next time"

I looked at his buddies. I looked at the guy that just attacked me. I gave him the motion that I was pumping a pretend shell into a pretend shotgun, and pretended to point my pretend gun at his head. I pulled the pretend trigger. I wanted to let him know that if I were armed, I would have blasted his face off where he stood. Of course I wouldn't do this in real, as it's just a car, and even tho they attacked me, I believe in trying to turn a person around first, but still I was pissed, and dreams are a little less controllable than real.

I looked at the group of them again, thinking, I had just put gas in my car, and then had to put more in. "I just filled my car too.. and one of you fuckin assholes siphoned the gas out didn't you?" One of his buddies looked at me. He was a total white G wannabe. Crooked hat with the flat brim, the half pulled down pants, a total idiot.

"heheh.. hehehe.. i guess I did eh?" he said "thanks for filling it again asshole. Heheh.. hehehe.." They all piled into my car. 'Oh god my guns..' I thought. Then the magic happened. He tried to start my car but the key wouldn't turn. I could hear him inside trying to jiggle my key but it just would not turn. 'What the hell?' I thought. I looked at the key I had in my hand. It was my own car key, on the old chain he had given me. The key he thought belonged to my car was actually the key to the car he had stolen. You see, I have what they call a master key for my car. I can open the door and turn the ignition to 33% of all the cars in north america that are the same make as mine. I realized this in my dream. "Oh, shit".. I thought.

The guy got out of my car. "Ok, why won't this fucking thing turn!" he said. "You still got the key to your car asshole!" I had a smile on my face. I ran back to his old car hoping I would be able to start it. I had quite the head start on him and by the time I got to his old car, sure as SHIT the key opened the door. I got in and locked the door. I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before his buddies surrounded the car and smashed the windows to get in and get at me.

Just as they surrounded the car, suddenly a huge force of police showed up. Apparently the gas station attendant had been on the phone with them, and my cell phone recorded the whole mess to the guys at the 911 call centre. These guys were fugatives and there was quite the police force there. Swat, police, canadian secret service, the whole 9 yards. 'Thank the Lord' i thought, smiling.

"YOU GUYS ARE FUCKED NOW!" I yelled out from inside the car. I could see the look on buddies face that tried to screw me over. I could see the one thought in his mind, 'Oh shit'. The police took them down hard. They were all laying on the ground, with shotguns and pistols pointed at them. They had gotten themselves into a lot of trouble, and I guess by fucking with me they fucked with the wrong guy.

So I started talking to one of the officers and I was so happy I was almost in tears. I wanted to hug the guy and and just take a few moments relishing in the fact that they had showed up. These fuckers were taken down. Then came the 9 degree grilling you would get from so many different enforcement services.

"Do you have guns in your car?" he asked. Funny for that being a first question, but I am an honest guy, and I have nothing to hide. My guns are registered to me and I obtained them legally.

"Yes, yes i do" I said. I showed him my firearms license. He looked at me and nodded, gave me back my license. We went to the trunk of my car and I pulled out my guns. I nooded and patted me on the back when he saw they had trigger locks on them.

"I commend you for your self restraint son" he said. The mess was over. My car was mine again. Somehow it was parked again close to where the white car was. Dreams are dreams, afterall. So I was delusional and walked up to what I thought was my car. I opened the trunk to get at my guns and I started pulling out all kinds of garbage and sheets upon sheets of plastic. 'WTF' I thought. After a while, I realized it wasn't my car i was digging through. There was garbage all over the ground and all around the car after I spent a fair amount of time digging through it. 'Holy shit look at all this crap. these guys were fucking slobs' I thought. I stopped digging and wondered what I actually could have salvaged off the car. I looked at the wheels. They seemed way to small to fit my wheels. then I started looking at the car's body. It was covered in rust and had little dents and scratches all over. This car was in really bad shape, much worse shape than my car is in. So I thought 'better not mess with any evidence', and walked back to my car. I started it up and drove home.

On my way home I started thinking of what might have happened if those guys hadn't been caught. I imagined myself half way home and being stopped by the guy I pretended to shoot with my pretend shotgun. I imagined his buddies grabbing me and beating me up and shooting me. Druggies like that don't like to be messed with. 'Well I'm glad they were caught' I thought to myself..

This dream took place a few years ago.

I was in New York, in the bronx I think. The buildings were tall but older, there was graffiti and garbage cans all over the place. It was dark and i was walking along, when I bumped into my brother. I hadn't seen him in quite some time so I gave him a big hug and asked how he was doing.

"Well I'm going to this party" he said. "Wanna come with?"

"Sure, why not."

As we were walking down this road we saw a big light come down from the sky and land in an alley way nearby. Me and my brother both looked at eachother and there was a silent agreement to go check this thing out. Just as i was about to take the first step towards the alleyway I was stopped by a cop.

"You shouldn't go in there" he said.

"Why not?"

"It's dangerous, you don't know what's in there!"

"I think I can make my own decisions," I said. I could see the look in his eyes. He was terrified, and he was trying to keep me away from the thing due to his own fear.

"Well, I'm going to go see that thing, why don't you come with us? I'm going whether you like it or not." I pushed past him and started running for the alley way. The cop didn't say much more but soon after decided to run after us.

I got to the alley that we had seen the UFO land in. It was a small vessel, with a matte grey finish to it. It looked like it was made out of polished rock, or more like a dull metal, as opposed to being a very shiney metal. I walked within 20 feet of it. My brother stopped and grabbed my arm.

"I don't think you should go any further, man" He had a look of concern on his face. Not terrified like the cop, who was now behind us with his gun drawn, but I could tell he was worried about me getting close to the UFO.

"I know man, I know. I think I'll be OK though. Something inside me is telling me it's alright.. I can feel it." Knowing there was no stopping me on what I wanted to do, my brother took his hand off me. I continued to walk closer to the craft.

"Don't do it!" the cop yelled out from behind a dumpster some ways back down the alley. I heard him speak but his words turned into a twisted form of incomprehensible sound. When I got to the UFO I put my hands on it. My intentions were to find a way in, or feel around it for some kind of button I could push to open the door. There were no buttons. The craft felt warm and smooth. Suddenly I felt a small depression under both my hands. An area lit up around each hand, and the shell of the craft depressed under the pressure of my hands.

A door opened up, letting out a bright, white light. It didn't hurt my eyes to look inside though. So I looked back at my brother, and then at the cop, who was still huddled behind the dumpster with his gun drawn. I looked back at my brother again.. and gave him the look that this would be my last goodbye. I didn't say anything though. Then I looked forward and stepped inside. The door closed behind me, and I was inside what one would consider a small house, or at least it seemed that way. It was totally lit up from every direction. There were no shadows inside this thing. It was very bright, all lit up in this white light. There was a main entranceway where I had stepped, a door in front of me across the room, and a staircase up each side of the wall sweeping back around the inside of the craft and meeting up directly above me where I had just came in from.

I decided to check out the upper level, so I started up the stairs. There were 2 more rooms up there, but I decided not to go in them. I heard, or felt, a voice coming from the one door downstairs that I hadn't checked out yet. Something told me this was the cockpit of the ship, and I started back down the stairs to check it out. I got to the door, opened it, and went through. I didn't really see what i was getting myself into until the door closed behind me.

I looked at my surroundings. What I saw, and felt, shook my entire reality for months after I had this dream. I had an epiphany, inside of a dream, that was so powerful, and experience I can *never* forget. Not in my entire lifetime. I looked around inside this.. "room". There were no walls. It was as if I was standing back outside the alleyway. The walls were totally invisible. There were sparkles all over the place, or little lights, or one could say what looks like stars in the night sky. The best description I can give of it would be like, being in the centre of the explosion of a firework when it goes off, the ones that explode out really big in a sphere with all the little bits that fly out. Being in the centre of that.

So I was pretty caught up in looking out at this.. room.. that had no walls.. when I realized i was being lifted up in to the centre of this room. I was weightless, and the ship had placed me at the center of itself. I wasn't sure what was going on until the ship spoke to me.

"Hello dave," the ship said. It spoke to me telepathically.

"Hello?" I replied, but in my thoughts. It wasn't even like a conversation one would have with words. It all happened so instantly. The second I even had the thought of hello the ship was already responding.

"Where would you like to go?" it asked me. The funny thing about the ship talking to me was, it wasn't like it was a separate entity. It was like, my own mind, was sending out the thought, and as light reflects off a mirror, so my own thoughts were reflecting off the inner shell of the ship, back into my own mind again. it's like the ship had become a part of me, like an extension of my body. There was nothing separating me and this entity. The ship was alive, just as alive as I was. The feeling of having two separate, fully functioning consciousnesses working in conjunction with eachother, is something I had never felt before.

I felt at one, at peace. I felt a feeling of warmth and love, as a child would feel from their mother, still in the womb, just days before that child is born. A complete and total connection. No barriers, no walls. No hidden agenda's or any secrets of any kind. Just perfect, perfect harmony, and the intense feeling of being connected to the entire universe. I felt like all I had to do was think it, and I would be there, me and this ship, or rather, me and this extension of myself. I felt like I had all knowledge available to me. There was nothing I couldn't know, or anywhere I couldnt' be.

I remembered that the ship had asked me a question. I didn't answer with words. My thoughts turned to seeing the city from above. Suddenly the ship started floating upwards, with me still in the centre of it. I could see straight down, at my brother, at the alleyway and the cop standing there looking up at me. We started moving forward. There was a constant download/upload of thoughts and feelings between me and the ship. It's like the ship wasn't a ship at all, more like an entity, a living breathing consciousness, and I was a part of it. We started moving forward. I could see the empire state building in the distance, and further behind it the statue of liberty. I looked up at the sky above us. Even tho there were star-like lights inside the ship, I could recognize the stars that were in the sky as being stars. We continued to move forward across the city.

It was a beautiful sunny afternoon on some island out in the middle of the ocean. The name of the island remains unknown to me but by the distance out to sea and near the equator zone, I can only guess it was hawaii. Although I don't physically know the layout of hawaii and what towns/cities are near the area I was dreaming about I can only make an educated guess about the location of this dream. I was sitting in my home with a woman (probably a girlfriend) when we heard on the radio that there was a massive earthquake only a 1000 kilometers away or so. There was expected to be a tsunami headed our way and that everyone needed to get to higher ground.

Me and my friend decided to pack what we could and head up the mountains. We exited the house and the city was a total basket case. There were people everywhere. Cars were in gridlock. The whole transportation system was down. people were flocking to the hills and to higher ground. Overlooking the city was a tall cliffside, at least a thousand feet tall. My partner and I both looked at eachother and decided that straight up would be the best route, as it would take hours to go around the other side and up the hill. So we did just that. We hiked it to the base of the cliff and we looked up. We had enough vantage point of the city to see the ocean. The water along the beach was already starting to get sucked up by this giant wave that was heading towards us. We couldn't see the wave quite yet at that point but we knew it was coming and soon.

So I took the first step in climbing this cliff side wall. It took us quite some time to get at least half way up and by the time we got to a ledge we could rest on we looked back out at the ocean. That's when we saw it. Off in the distance, glistening in the noon sun, we could see the crest of this wave coming towards us. We could only see the top of it, as if a painter had painted a streak across the entire canvas in silver sparkle paint, with deep blue beneath as the wave gathered force. It was already huge and it was yet a few kilometers out from inland. We knew it was going to be BIG so we decided to get climbing once more.

Near the top of this cliff we came upon a ledge that went back into the mountain quite some way. The ledge was long, it stretched almost across the entire mountainside. We stopped and sat on the ledge of this mountain, looking back at the city. Horror came across our faces as we saw this wave, now hundreds of feet tall. The crest of it was almost at our eye level. We had spent the last 2 or 3 hours climbing this cliff only to find it eye level. We were at least 1000 feet up. The wave came across the city like a wave at the beach washes across the shoreline. The tall buildings did nothing to stop this monster, and it ate up the entire city. I heard my friend beside me scream and I realized that we might not be at a high enough elevation to avoid this wave.

We picked up our gear and ran across the ledge towards a cabin that was there. Just before we got to the cabin the wave hit the cliffside. It just so happened that we were high enough up to avoid the water from sucking us back down the cliff. When it clashed with the mountain and broke, I could feel the spray of water hit my skin. I could see the large globs of water flying upwards and raining back down on us. We were both soaked but OK. I tried to look back at the city below us but the water didn't recede. It stayed there for a while, too long for me to want to look anymore. We ended up getting to this cabin perched on the hillside.

We walked in the cabin, obviously hungry and thirsty. Whoever had lived there before us had been there for a long time, undisturbed. There was little for supplies but what was there was untouched. The cabin had been dug into the cliffside as there was a basement. We went down there looking for food and water. The inside of this cabin was mostly falling apart and beat up but solid enough to keep us from collapsing through the floor. We split up and started looking for supplies when my eyes turned to an old door. I went through the door and came into an old storage room. "Jackpot" I thought as I started searching through the room. I found cans of food there and started filling my backpack when I saw a dusty old rifle leaning up against the wall. In a cupboard was a few boxes of ammo. So I grabbed the rifle and the ammo and dusted it off, slung it over my shoulder and went to grab my friend.

Her search was successful as well since we both had found some supplies we could carry with us. Our plan was to head further up to the mountain. There was a small village a few clicks to the east and we figured we could take refuge there. We exited the cabin and we looked down at the city. Horror filled our faces once again. The only thing that was left was a bunch of rubble. There was smoke billowing up from everywhere.. the city was a total ruin. There had been over a million people residing in that city and my heart sank as I realized that most of them probably didn't have enough time to escape. I could see tears rolling down the face of my friend. Her family lived there and she feared for their lives.

"It's ok, I'm sure they made it out" I said as I hugged her.

"Yeah, yeah, you're probably right" she said as she tried to force a smile. I could tell she was in shock. We travelled for an hour or two eastward towards the town that was situated on top of the mountain. We came out into a clearing where we could see a road that led into a neighbourhood. I thought it was odd that everyone was in their homes. No one was out, there were no kids playing in the streets. No one was in their vehicles. No one was trying to see the disaster the wave had left in its wake. It was literally dead in the neighbourhood and I couldn't understand it. Then I heard something off in the distance that made me understand. A gunshot. I heard a cry from the same direction I heard the gunshot, and then another gunshot. The cry was silenced.

I unshouldered my rifle and put some ammo in it. There was something fishy going on. People were in their homes and I was hearing gunshots? This was not normal. Who would be shooting after such a tragedy that just happened. Everyone should be out in the streets at least trying to get a view of the city below but there was no one in sight.

"Stay close, I got a bad feelin about this" I could feel her hand grab my coat. She hung on as I slowly advanced through the field that bordered this neighbourhood. I came up to the edge of the road and to the first parked car. I crouched down behind it holding my rifle tightly. I could hear more screams off in the distance and more gunshots. It sounded like they were smashing doors down and invading peoples homes one house at a time. I looked up the road as it was up a hill that crested and went down again and didn't see anything, so I looked back at my friend and nodded to her. She was still in shock over loosing her family but hours ago and looked back at me, her eyes wide and filled with tears. I closed my eyes hoping to open them back up, imagining something different, that this whole thing was just a nightmare. But when I opened my eyes again there she was, still looking at me, crying.

I turned my focus back up the road again. I saw a young child coming up to the crest of the hill with his arms up in the air. 'CRACK'. Blood filled the air in front of him and this child fell to the ground. A couple more gunshots went off in the distance and more screaming. My blood instantly started to boil and I knew what I had to do. I turned and looked at the girl so tightly hanging on to me, set my gun on the ground and grabbed her shoulders. I gave her a good hard squeeze on the shoulders.

"I'm going to leave and check it out. You stay HERE you understand? Do you understand???" She looked at me blankly for a second then slowly nodded yes. I hugged her tightly.

"You don't move an inch till I get back ok? I WILL be back for you.. don't move!" She nodded. I picked up my gun and turned around. I ran across the road to another car that was parked further up. I crouched down really low and put the rifle up to my shoulder. My thoughts turned to the rifle, it was old and dusty and might not shoot. This thought worried me a bit. I wanted to fire off a test shot but didn't want to give myself away. I moved further up the road till I could see over the crest and down below. My heart sank. People were being rounded up and carted off into vehicles. Many homes were on fire. People were trying to flee their homes and were being shot, there were soldiers breaking down doors and dragging families out on to the road, executing them. People were being slaughtered, innocent families.

I put the rife to my shoulder and looked through the scope. I found one soldier standing there having a smoke. "You just took your last drag you FUCK" I thought. I aimed at his chest and pulled the trigger. 'CRACK'. A mist of blood and the soldier fell. "Fuck me this thing SHOOTS!" I thought as I reloaded another round. It was only a couple seconds before his buddies started scattering and finding a position to defend themselves. They took too long however, as I had pulled the trigger twice more and reloaded both those rounds. I had killed 3 so far and was shooting like a sniper straight out of military special forces. I then realized that I had been sitting there too long. A bullet whizzed by my head. I was laying flat against the pavement of the road so I was a hard target to hit but I had no cover except the cars that were behind me.

Some people saw me shooting those fuckers out of their homes. A couple men came out with their rifles too. Seeing me fall those fucks gave them the courage they needed to join the fight. I now had a small platoon. they crouched some ways behind me. "What you think we should do mister?" I looked back at the one. "Get your families the fuck outta here man!" He stared at me for a second. I could tell he wanted to shoot those bastards more than I did.. but in the end he knew I was right. He turned to look at his house, and around at his neighbours. They got to work right away waving their families out of their homes and it became a parade of families silently running for the bush. I descended the hill and used cars for cover.

I was checking my rear as I came down the hill and saw a shadowy figure cresting the hill. I knew it was a soldier coming for me and I ducked behind a car. 'BAP BAP BAP'. Whatever was shooting at me was fully automatic and had a loud thud as the cartriges were fired. I had a strong feeling the soldiers weren't from north america. I had seen enough movies and heard enough AK-47's go off to know what one sounds like. Whoever it was, was either chinese, russian or from the middle east. But I didn't care much, the main point is that I was being shot at. 'CRACK'. A gunshot from in front of me. I heard a thump behind me and looked back to see the soldier falling to the ground. The guy who took the shot waived at me.

I waved back and continued to regress down the road. More soldiers were coming over the hill. I turned around and fired a few more rounds out of my rifle. I hit a couple but missed. I was scared and nervous, I could feel my heart pumping under my chest. I was too scared shitless to shoot accurately and my ammo was limited. Even though I was pissed those men didn't leave with their families I was happy that they had covered me. I got to the girl I was with and grabbed her. "Were gettin the fuck outta here!" I grabbed her and she didn't put up any sort of fight. We ran back across the field and I waved the guys to get outta there and get to their families. I knew the soldiers were after me, they didn't realize I had friends helping me out back there. So they chased us back to the cabin.

When we got to the cabin I threw my friend in the same storage room I found the rifle in. I was scared shitless and didn't know what to do. I tried to find a good choke point for the soldiers that I knew were right behind me but the cabin was too broken up and there were holes everwhere a soldier could see me. So I took up the best point I could down in that basement and held my ground. I saw one soldier come down the stairs, then two. I heard more coming into the cabin. I aimed my rifle and pulled the trigger. the first soldier fell. I quickly reloaded and fired again at the second soldier. He fell too. Suddenly I felt wood splinters falling down into my shirt. A soldier had shot at me but through the floor. I got out of the way since they had automatics, I knew there would be more.

Another soldier came down and I shot him too. Then two more soldiers came down, and I was in the process of reloading my rifle. The one pointed his handgun at me and I knew I was done. The other came up behind him and pointed his gun at me as well.

"Vell," in his russian accent "Look vat ve got here.. you gonna die like a scum you piece of shit" I looked at him, my heart racing. "Put down zat gun you have dere". I laid the rifle on the floor. "Hands on your head, scum, und turn around. You gonna die like a scum," I put my hands on my head and turned around. "oh god", I thought, "This is the end. they're gonna kill me and find my friend, rape her and kill her too, fucking soldiers.."

Suddenly "THUMP". The door to the of the storage locker slammed open. "CRACK.. CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK.. CRACK CRACK.. CRACK CRACK .. 'TING'" I looked over. There was my friend holding a handgun. She unloaded a whole magazine on those two soldiers. they were laying on the ground full of holes, blood pooling on the floor. As she stood there looking at them her knees began to buckle and she dropped the gun. I ran over to her.

"Thank you" .. I said.. as I smiled for the first time that day since before we heard the report on the radio about the tsunami. She latched on to me and started to cry.

"I... I..."

"I know," I said "You did great, you saved both our lives. You're a hero.."

It was over. The soldiers were dead. We avoided the tsunami. We were now hidden in the cabin. I led the girl outside to get some fresh air, when we saw american military jets fly by, followed by a series of bombers and troop transports. However it started didn't matter. All that mattered is it was over. We survived and the island was in ruins. I sat her down on and we watched the sunset together. The way the sun shone over the ocean, with the smoke in the air, made the most beautiful sunset I could ever imagine. We sat there and watched the sky turn all shades of pink and red. I marvelled at how so much beauty could come out of such a disaster, but I marvelled even more at how we survived. Quick thinking, good shooting, a whole lot of balls, and we were out of it.

I looked at her and she looked back at me. "I love you," she said. I smiled and took her hand..

It was a cold, stormy winter night. I woke from my bed to a shaking in my house. I heard a loud rumble overhead as well as the walls and my bed shaking. I get up and look out the window to find that people were leaving their homes and being carted into vehicles. It wasn't pretty, people were being beaten and shoved into these vehicles. I knew something was wrong and I left my house with what little I could find quickly to survive a cold winter night. The setting of this dream was in a town situated in a tight valley with very tall mountains surrounding this valley. Most of the homes and neighbourhoods were loosly knit, there was forest in between each home, and it would be very easy for someone to dig a hole in the snow and hide from the invading army.

So I left my home and realized I hardly had what I needed. I had a feeling that things would never be the same again, and I had to struggle to protect my own life. So I started going from home to home, ones that had been evacuated, looking for things that I could use to survive. I was breaking and entering these homes, and obviously stealing. In my dream I had gone through about 5 or 6 homes. One of the houses I remember being a small house. The kitchen was directly across from the front door, there was one little room with a bed off to the right. The main area or the living room was a part of the one large room in the house which had the kitchen in it. There were pots and pans hanging from a rack on the ceiling. Thinking back on it now it looked like an old trappers cabin. But I happened to find an old rifle, knowing about guns now, I think it was an old 6.5 swedish mauser. It had like a 30'' barrel and a scope fit for shooting at 800+ yards. Needless to say this thing had guts and could probably tear a hole through some pretty thick armour. I also found a couple 2 way radios and an old military backpack. Apparently this guy had some experience in a war or something. So I grabbed what I could and raided a couple more homes.

I had for some reason met up with my brother. It was a random happening and I gave him a big hug, I was happy to know that he was still alive. I told him we needed to raid homes and keep gathering supplies. We mapped out a gathering location and promised he would meet me there. I said OK, so we parted ways and I proceeded down the mountainside, trying to break into more homes. It became increasingly difficult though because the further down the mountain I went, the closer I was to this army. I finally got close enough to one of these vehicles to see who the army was. I wasn't very surprised to see that it was the chinese. A big red star painted one of the trucks and there were many soldiers. I didn't get to see the soldiers up close but I could see enough of their equipment to be sure it was chinese.

I was laying in the snow (I had prepared a backpack fit for winter survival by this point) and I began to serpentine past the vehicles. I tried to raise my brother on the radio but I got no response. This made me worried as we were supposed to be checking in with eachother so often to see if we were OK. I tried 3 more times to get my brother on the radio and nothing. I decided to creep closer to the center of town where I figured most of the chaos was taking place. The night was now slowly turning to day and for some reason a lot of people in the town had no idea we were being invaded. It was business as usual in this little town while the outskirts got carted away, no one was allowed to place phone calls, and no one knew of the invasion. I decided to get everyone educated, starting with the children. So I went to the local elementary school to evacuate the kids and the teachers before the military carted them away.

Immediately after entering the school I got some pretty strange and worried looks from people. I had this cannon of a rifle strapped to my shoulder still and I was pretty decked out in military gear. I got lucky with my house raids and packed just the right equipment for survival. I saw one young woman who was a teacher and I grabbed her arm and took her into a private room. I told her that China was invading us, and she didn't believe me at first. But somehow I managed to convince her and one of the orders of business was to barracade the school so none of the soldiers could enter the school and take the children away. No sooner did the school get all sealed up that the Chinese army took the whole town by surprise. We were completely surrounded and I had no idea what to do at that point.

I decided to try and make a stand, so I climbed up to the roof of this building. To my surprise I found a couple others up there also armed with rifles. I took a look around and soldiers were totally surrounding the school. I pulled the mauser off my shoulder and aimed it at a tank. A soldier saw me and the others up there and the tank aimed its cannon straight at me. I remember thinking, oh god how am I going to get out of this. We are surely as good as dead. That's the point where the dream ended and I woke up.