Escape Artist
Sweet. I had a dream once. It was pretty outlandish. I'll fill you in on what happened.
What I can recollect of the dream is as follows:
I was inside of a giant room, similar to a massive gymnasium except the floor was made of grass there were trees and the land had topographic variation. There were also dirt and straw huts and men running around with machine guns in army uniforms. I realized that I was in Africa, more specifically the Sudan. A commander who was leading acts of genocide in the area ran up to me and put a gun to my head and said, "You must aid us in committing these acts of genocide or we will kill you." He then made me put on one of the military uniforms and gave me a gun. I was instructed to kill any innocent villagers I came across, paying particular attention to women and children. I did as he said because I did not want to be killed. I then went through the village mowing down men women and children. Mothers holding babies begged for their life but for some reason I was compelled to follow the orders. The killing went on for what seems like a long while and then I left the massive room/Sudan. I was still in my military uniform and had the gun. When I walked through the door I was on the stairs that led down to my father's basement. There were many other members of the military in the basement and they had set up a sort of refreshment stand for the soldiers. I walked passed the soldiers, got myself a drink of punch and then walked back up the stairs to continue the genocide. On the door leading back to the Sudan there was a digital chart that had the "scores" listed. It had every participants name and how many kills they had. I was at the top of the list having killed 232 people, many more than anyone else. When I came back into the village to continue I heard the sound of helicopters. The Americans had arrived with several helicopters, tanks, and a large army. They had apprehended the murders and the commander of the American army ran up to me. He said, "Don't worry, you are safe now. I know you were forced to commit the killings but why did you kill so many? You killed many more than anyone else it is almost as if.. you enjoyed it." I was at a loss for words to say to the commander and took a look around the village. American soldiers were taking all the rebel soldiers prisoner and the bodies of innocent civilians littered the ground. Then the dream ended.
Pretty crazy eh?
Well, should we keep wasting time?
What I can recollect of the dream is as follows:
I was inside of a giant room, similar to a massive gymnasium except the floor was made of grass there were trees and the land had topographic variation. There were also dirt and straw huts and men running around with machine guns in army uniforms. I realized that I was in Africa, more specifically the Sudan. A commander who was leading acts of genocide in the area ran up to me and put a gun to my head and said, "You must aid us in committing these acts of genocide or we will kill you." He then made me put on one of the military uniforms and gave me a gun. I was instructed to kill any innocent villagers I came across, paying particular attention to women and children. I did as he said because I did not want to be killed. I then went through the village mowing down men women and children. Mothers holding babies begged for their life but for some reason I was compelled to follow the orders. The killing went on for what seems like a long while and then I left the massive room/Sudan. I was still in my military uniform and had the gun. When I walked through the door I was on the stairs that led down to my father's basement. There were many other members of the military in the basement and they had set up a sort of refreshment stand for the soldiers. I walked passed the soldiers, got myself a drink of punch and then walked back up the stairs to continue the genocide. On the door leading back to the Sudan there was a digital chart that had the "scores" listed. It had every participants name and how many kills they had. I was at the top of the list having killed 232 people, many more than anyone else. When I came back into the village to continue I heard the sound of helicopters. The Americans had arrived with several helicopters, tanks, and a large army. They had apprehended the murders and the commander of the American army ran up to me. He said, "Don't worry, you are safe now. I know you were forced to commit the killings but why did you kill so many? You killed many more than anyone else it is almost as if.. you enjoyed it." I was at a loss for words to say to the commander and took a look around the village. American soldiers were taking all the rebel soldiers prisoner and the bodies of innocent civilians littered the ground. Then the dream ended.
Pretty crazy eh?
Well, should we keep wasting time?