the drive back home was a long one as usual. i was irritated with roxy and traffic, but mostly with traffic. i’m rarely irritated with my girlfriend. she’s a calming influence on me.
i had this weird dream last night.
in it, i was a soldier in world war three, but we weren’t fighting another country. the united states and all the countries in the world were no longer, but one big entire new world order of some sort. countries were renamed in sectors, sections.
i remember i wasn’t a very smart soldier because i kept questioning myself if i was supposed to be there or not. i was either stoned or on mushrooms. i remember following this saudi or pakistani soldier who was telling me what not to step on. once, he was far ahead of me, i stepped on a claymore wire and it set off a series of bombs. then a machine gun went off by itself. i tried to pick it up, but it was just flailing too wildly about. i put my backpack on it but realized it only muffled and deflected the bullets. i didn’t know our backpacks were made of a heavy bulletproof resistant material.
in the war, i was not fighting other soldiers, but nations banded together to fight a common enemy: towering war machines which looked like tracked vehicles with arms and a central head. no one knew where these machines came from, but we all guessed they were from another planet. the saudi soldier shoved me along and he told that our squad was to meet up with the main battalion the other side of the ridge.
i saw an open field with two war machines being attacked by earth’s military vehicles. i saw a bunker with laser cannons firing repeatedly at one war machine. we called them TORs. one TOR was toppling over which was because a tank ladened with explosives blew up under one of its tracks. the leg buckled and disintegrated into a million shards of metal. before it hit the ground, it released a dozen or so human-sized mini bots. i saw in the bunker a familiar face, but i couldn’t remember her name. she was a commander of some sort telling from the insignias on her shoulder boards. she grabbed a laser rifle and told me to duck down. i saw red tracers whizz pass my ears.
and the dream ended because i woke up and had to take a leak.
dammit.
