You are currently browsing the tag archive for the ‘kill’ tag.

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.

Image

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.

Advertisements

I used to work for an aerospace company back in the 80’s and 90’s.

Last night I was back there, at my desk in the same building I used to be in, but the timeframe was modern day. For some reason there was no roof on the building, but at least it was a sunny day.

Along came a South Asian man walking along the aisle with his AK-47 shooting up the building and shooting as many people as he possibly could. To his left, to his right, constantly firing but with an arrogance that he was out for an afternoon stroll.

Of course we always had our weapons at our desks (?), so – after the initial shock wore off – I fired back and killed him.

Image

Then the jet fighters came.
They swooped in low coming right at us, firing missile after missile at us, destroying the building and everything in it. Bodies and heaps of twisted metal were everywhere. The fighters continued to shower us with missiles, until eventually….

We all died.

There was a lot more happening, but this is all I remember this morning.

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.
Image

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.