The Balloon Has Gone Up

    Yearning to serve my country, I make the decision to enlist in the military. The journey begins with a grueling two-week boot camp, a crucible of endurance and discipline. Alongside my comrade Chad, we find ourselves thrust into the company of seasoned soldiers, their eyes reflecting the weight of experience and the scars of conflict.

    Together, we march to the battlegrounds, braving the horrors of war. The air was thick with tension, the deafening sound of gunfire, and the acrid stench of fear. Our hearts pound in unison as we face the unknown, driven by duty and the unyielding camaraderie that binds us.

    Yet amidst the chaos, tragedy strikes with a cruel and unforgiving hand. My mother, a beacon of unwavering support, ventures to visit me in the midst of the turmoil. But fate, ever the cruel mistress, unleashes its merciless blow. An enemy soldier, lurking in the shadows, springs forth and in a split second, snuffs out the light of her existence. Grief clings to my soul like a suffocating shroud, engulfing me in an abyss of despair.

    Despite the weight of sorrow that threatens to consume me, Chad and I press on, our footsteps heavy with determination. We continue to navigate the treacherous path of battles, our minds scarred by loss but our resolve unwavering. Each engagement, a reminder of the fragility of life and the sacrifices we make in the name of duty.

    In the midst of the turmoil, a small helicopter emerges, its blades slicing through the air like whispers of hope. The pilot, a figure of unknown origin, turns to me and beseeches for assistance. His request is simple—to wipe away the encroaching dust that threatens the delicate machinery while we soar through the heavens.

    In that moment, doubt gnaws at the edges of my conscience. I confess my lack of experience, my inability to fulfill the role bestowed upon me. The pilot, understanding the weight of my admission, nods with somber understanding. "I appreciate your honesty," he murmurs, the gravity of the situation etched upon his weathered face. And so, the opportunity slips through my grasp, the winds of destiny carrying me in a different direction.

    Regret lingers, mingling with the scent of gunpowder and the cries of fallen comrades. In this realm of uncertainty, choices are made and fates intertwine. I am left to wrestle with the ghosts of what could have been, the path not taken—a solitary soldier, burdened by the weight of an unchosen destiny.

I wake up. 

City In Ruins

Dream 12.19.2017

The city in which I live has been decimated by a bomb. Soldiers have taken rule over the area. I don't know whether they are good or bad. My family and I hide in a mansion apartment. We turn off all the lights in the house except for the room in which we stay, so as not to arouse suspicion. This room has no windows so we are safe. Occasionally, I sneak through the remains of the city to hunt for supplies.

We are running low on food and other items. Somehow, I am able to see that Glenn Beck is living in a thriving community across the city near the sea. I feel that if we can make it to him, we will survive. We make the trek. When we arrive, everybody is eating grilled chicken. My mouth waters at the sight. Dream ends.

I wake up

Workplace Holocaust

Dream 1/5/2017

Today a training program is taking place. Our management would like us to understand what it is like to be a victim of a Nazi concentration camp.

Without warning, Nazi soldiers overtake our warehouse and capture the first group of prisoners. I am not apart of the first group, but rather the second. I am only watching right now. The soldiers close the blinds on the windows causing darkness to take the room. They line the prisoners up and blindfold them. One of the prisoners did something wrong so he must be punished. The soldier brings over a bucket full of broken glass. They force the prisoners foot into the bucket, causing deep, bloody cuts..

It's my groups turn.

Our group is working in the warehouse as usual when Nazi soldiers walk in and take over. This time, there are prisoners on both sides of the warehouse and each side has guns. We start battling against each other, not against the Nazis, against EACH OTHER. Prisoner against prisoner. Dream ends.

I wake up

The Middle

Dream 1-30-14

Some friends and me are being chased through the woods. I don't know whose chasing us, all I know is that they are our enemy. We come to an ocean. On the banks of the water is a dock. Attached to the dock is a small motorboat. We run to the boat, climb into it, start it up and jam out of there. 

Moving across the ocean, we see an island. We head toward it. When we land on the island we notice that this island is not deserted. People live here. In front of us, just a hundred feet off the beach, are buildings. They don't have the luxury of the houses I know. They look like they were built by natives..

We walk into the village. Were accepted. 

That night, we have a bonfire. In fact, from what I notice, There are several bonfires throughout the village. 

When the sun is up again, we get back into our boat. We start toward the mainland. We make it past the ocean waves to the sandy beach. We climb out. We start walking back through the patch of woodland. 

We come across our people. They are at war as we speak. They are standing parallel to the enemy. Each side is shooting arrows at each other. I run to the middle land of where the battle is occurring. I try to stop the war between the two sides. Suddenly, I am shot through the chest by an arrow. I fall to the ground dead. Dream ends.

I wake up.