Last night I found myself in Bangkok, Thailand.
I was staying at a very posh hotel in the downtown, but had wandered away for the day for some shopping.
Upon returning to the hotel from my shopping trip, I was suddenly surrounded by gunfire. Shots were all around me , cars were on their sides, upside down, some smashed, some burning. Chaos was everywhere.
I was only about 100 metres from the hotel, but couldn’t get back because of so much gunfire.
Now they were after me. Tracer was flying by me on both sides. I actually tried to dodge the tracer as it whizzed all around me, and found I could not. A round slammed into my hip. Another into my leg. As I spun around another tore into my back. Searing, white hot, burning pain went through my body. My spine felt on fire.
I finally struggled to the lobby of the hotel, where a firefight was in progress. I could see staff hiding behind the front desk, occasionally rising to fire on unknown assailants.
I crawled to the elevator. They had been shut down because of the battle, a sign warning guests to stay in their rooms.
I crawled and crawled along a maze of hallways – ending up in an underground shopping mall. Not speaking the language, I had no idea who was my friend and who was my foe. I tried to pull myself into various shops, but as I approached each one machine gun fire would keep me away.
I finally crawled into – a brothel !
No one was around. I hid.
Then it all stopped. I could hear cheering around me. I looked up. There was a man in a suit with an entourage about him, and people coming out of the shops cheering him on. Whoever he was, he had been the victor of the unrest.
But the pain from my spine was unbearable. Then I woke up, my back pain was the culprit.