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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.

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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.

This one I have had numerous times. It starts out in my childhood home. As a kid I used to sit out front and watch airplanes landing at the nearby airport. They would fly right over our house, which is located in a quiet suburb, and the rear of the house backs onto a valley and a river. If you look in the distance from the front of the house, you could see the planes lining up, getting in position for the flight path to land.

In this nightmare, I am sitting out front watching the airplanes, just as I used to. Except at this time, I am an adult, in the present day.

All of a sudden one of the oncoming planes spins out of control, and crashes in a massive fireball just down the street. There are bodies and parts of bodies everywhere. Total mayhem. Then the next plane in line does the same thing, crashing just beyond the first one.
Then each of the oncoming planes drops paratroopers – nazi paratroopers . They are coming by the hundreds.
I run inside, watching out the kitchen window now. There is gunfire all around me, houses are being blown up. They are shooting at me, coming up the walkway. I am shooting back – sometimes the fighting is so close I am stabbing chests and slitting throats. I show no mercy.

As this is going on nazi tanks are coming from the valley behind the house. They are firing on the houses on our street, blowing them up and driving over them. A tank crashes through the back of the house. I am now in the basement, the tank is over me, and I attach some explosives to it. As it crashes through the front of the house, heading toward the street, it blows up. Screams of the crew can be heard. Good.
We fight all night – I kill dozens and dozens – in a merciless and unemotional frenzy. I sever heads and place them on sticks – still wearing their helmets – to warn the others to stay away or I will kill them all too.
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After they have gained control I sneak around in the dark, killing each and every one of the guards by sneaking up on them and slitting their throats, or quickly twisting their heads and breaking their necks. No mercy.

I have been through this nightmare enough times to know where they are, and where they are going. With this advantage I can intercept them in their travel, or sneak up and kill them.
There is always lots of blood, and lots of guts. I usually win. In the few times I am about to die, I will wake up. Tired and exhausted from fighting all night long, the pain is very high.

It’s never a happy ending, whether I win or not.