Dream Journal
I was sitting at a small desk in a large classroom. There were many other peers also sitting in desks, and I recognized them all as classmates from high school. But this wasn’t high school; this was a special class. I watched as Miriam walked in from the door that was located behind me. She took her seat directly to my left, and I noticed she was naked. I was aghast that someone would be so casually naked in such a strict and notable classroom.
I turned forward and waited for class to begin. After a while, the teacher walked in. She had long hair up in a bun and wore a long dress. Without a word, she began preparing our lesson at the table that was behind me and on my right.
She spoke my name and I turned towards her. She asked me to pass out the books to each student. I stood and took a stack of books and began placing them at each student’s desk. There seemed to be hundreds of students seated in the room.
After a long while, my books turned into single sheets of paper. I was out on a street still passing out these papers to students in desks. A truck drove by with 6 young foreign men sitting at a table in the back of the truck. I quickly made sure that each person got one.
I went around to the other side of the block and found more foreign men. All of them were dressed in a dark uniform. I made sure they all got a paper. One of them looked at it and did not understand because he did not know English. Only then did I notice what was written on the paper: it gave dates, times, and places of a military attack.
I then realized that the foreign men in front of me were the enemy, and I had just given them detailed information about our surprise attack. I ran back to my camp.
I arrived on the deck of a large cruise ship. Enemy soldiers were beginning to invade: they decided to strike before our scheduled surprise attack. I saw one of our soldiers hiding in his small quarters holding his sword, ready to defend himself. I dove in with him and pulled a bright red blanket over me, hoping that no one would notice I was there. The soldier’s commanding officer came and demanded he get out of his bunk and fight; he left me.
One enemy soldier entered a large foyer-like area. He was extremely tall and extremely wide, much like a bodybuilder. He had a machine gun in each hand. A woman with blonde hair in a long ponytail ran after him and jumped on his back. She carried a long, curved sword with the edge on the inside of the curve.
She used her sword to chop off the large enemy’s head. But his fingers were still on the triggers of his gun, and he sprayed bullets everywhere as his head rolled away. The woman had to cut off the man’s arms to get him to stop shooting; he finally fell to the ground after her sword went through his heart.
I was now the woman with the long blonde ponytail, standing over the enormous soldier. A small dog ran up to me and I made one smooth wipe with my arm and swiftly sliced its head off. The dog looked like my dog Lacey. She was lying on her side dead, but was not bleeding.
In walked three men dressed for an afternoon at a country club. They stopped at the dog, and one of the men became furious. I realized this man was the general, and I had just killed his son.