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The other night I was at work. In the back door came four RCMP officers looking for me. They had come to tell me that I had been drafted. They arrested two co-workers of mine, Jeff and Jack, as well as myself, and took us away for training. Why the RCMP I don’t know.

We jump forward in time, to the jungles of Afghanistan. Apparently there are jungles in Afghanistan, who knew. The three of us are pinned down, a huge firefight all around us, and our situation is looking pretty grim.

As we fire round after round at the Taliban, Jack starts to back away from us, spins around, and runs away. Gone.
The enemy is all around us and he just runs off ! Bugger !

We call him by radio to come back and help, or it is certain death for us. He calls back, refusing to help.

We fought hard, killing enemy after enemy. We took a beating, and badly wounded, we emerged victorious.

We needed to find Jack and make him pay.

 

Then I woke up.

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.

Last night, while driving, I was stopped at a red light. The car stopped beside me suddenly reversed and spun around, tearing off in the opposite direction. It was an unmarked police car, as it lit up in sea of blue and red lights.

Another police car raced by going the other way. And another.

Although I continued along the road, I soon came to the place all those police cars were going. Getting out of the car, I could see a sniper and his accomplice. They were inside a high-rise, on the top floor, visible through the window. The sniper was firing down to the street. Shooting people. Shooting more people. Shooting at me. Shooting at the police.
I ran. I ran. I ran down the street, hiding in my childhood home, watching out the front window.

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I could see the sniper and his friend methodically shooting innocent people, as the two killers made their way down the street toward me.

They saw me !

They were both firing now, showering my home with bullets. I fired back. A huge firefight erupted. They advanced. I shot them dead. A bloody mess of dead.

Then I woke up.

Last night we were on a train , heading home from a convention. We were only about ten minutes away from our destination when the train slowly came to a halt.

We were puzzled by why we would be stopping, but eventually some police personnel made their way through the cars, demanding to see everyones documentation, and any valuables they were carrying.

This seemed rather odd, but as it turns out, one of the passengers did not mention that he was carrying a sandwich. The police then proceeded to seize all sandwiches, and warned us that any hidden sandwiches will result in dire consequences.

As we were waiting for the sandwich police to finish up, I stood outside having a cigarette – despite the fact that I don’t smoke. I watched a helicopter circle and then proceed to head in for a landing on a five-story apartment building. I watched the chopper slow down, descend, touch the roof of the building, slide off the edge and fall to the street, showering pieces of debris as it hit the ground.

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I ran over, there was wreckage strewn everywhere, bodies and pieces of bodies littered the street. Fire everywhere. Then, out of the main wreck, emerged a young woman, unscathed.

She said “I’m fine, I’m fine.”  and walked away. Everyone else from the aircraft was dead.

The police from the train ran over, and arrested me for leaving the train.

Then I woke up.

Last night I took my car to the carwash.

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It was weird in that the cars line up, twenty at a time, two abreast. You then wait until you are signalled and then the ten rows of cars drive into a building and are washed – by hand.

I was back in the car I had in the early 80’s, yet it was modern day. The clutch kept slipping and I had no brakes, so it was difficult keeping the car in position. We were waiting for hours to get in, and the owner of the car wash, a mean woman in her 50’s, kept coming over and yelling at me for not turning the car off and keeping it in position. Why we waited for hours I don’t know.

Then I woke up.