The Dream

Ok. So here it goes: I was working away, probably some radio business. I have long since forgotten. It is mostly haze, but here it goes: As I returned to my shop, I learned my Mother had died. I got home ASAP, but everything was useless. Things fell to pieces. I felt the guilt, the pain... I walked on some time later, perhaps a few days. And then shit happened. That was the day the war started. (I know, wtf?!?) I rushed homeward again, and within my room I heard the door break in, the killers run up the stairs. I grabbed my rifle and burst through my door into there midst. My bayonet turned red, the brass fell to the floor, and the enemy fell lifeless in a mass downward...

  I rushed into the room where the rest of the familly was hiding, rushing to embrace them. And then the first bomb hit. Half of the house fell to the ground in splinters. And then we fell. My father was hit and pinned under a pile of rubble. I embraced my sister, the only thing I had left, and continued into the world. I strugled for quite some time to come to terms with what happened, being plaugged by visions and feelings.. Physical feeling too. They were right in front of me... I climbed and crawled trying to find the truth, but nothing gave. Just as I was about to excedpt it all, I woke up.




-RCAP