I was sent to Iraq to fight in the war. I found myself in an empty room wearing nothing but pjamas. The room didn’t have any furniture or decorations. It’s surfaces were made of light blue-grey steel. It looked very clean and clinical.
One of the walls had three round windows, like portholes of a ship (maybe I was on a ship?). I was ordered to go through one of the windows to fight the Iraqi soldiers on the other side. I climbed through the window and found myself at the end of a very long hall. The hall was so long that I couldn’t see the other end. The surfaces of this hall were made out of the same material as the previous room.
This hall was not empty - it contained a row of bunk beds, identical in shape and size, of the same light blue-grey colour as the walls of the hall. These bunk beds were arranged in a queue that dotted through the center of the hall. This straight line of bunk beds went all the way down the other side of the hall as far as my eyes could see. There were no mattresses on these empty bunk beds. Again, everything looked extremely clean. It felt as if I was in some sort of laboratory.
I was not alone in this hall. Behind every two or three beds was an Iraqi soldier. The Iraqi soldiers were all wearing pjamas like me and they all had a black beard. They looked very thin and scruffy. No one had any guns or armour. My only weapon was a screwdriver. I walked down the hall, killing any soldier that came in my way. I pierced their heads with my screwdriver, most of the time stabbing them at the side of their heads. They all fell to the floor, one by one.
At some point I stopped. I started feeling afraid and ashamed. I retreated to the portholes and climbed back into the first room.
the endOne of the walls had three round windows, like portholes of a ship (maybe I was on a ship?). I was ordered to go through one of the windows to fight the Iraqi soldiers on the other side. I climbed through the window and found myself at the end of a very long hall. The hall was so long that I couldn’t see the other end. The surfaces of this hall were made out of the same material as the previous room.
This hall was not empty - it contained a row of bunk beds, identical in shape and size, of the same light blue-grey colour as the walls of the hall. These bunk beds were arranged in a queue that dotted through the center of the hall. This straight line of bunk beds went all the way down the other side of the hall as far as my eyes could see. There were no mattresses on these empty bunk beds. Again, everything looked extremely clean. It felt as if I was in some sort of laboratory.
I was not alone in this hall. Behind every two or three beds was an Iraqi soldier. The Iraqi soldiers were all wearing pjamas like me and they all had a black beard. They looked very thin and scruffy. No one had any guns or armour. My only weapon was a screwdriver. I walked down the hall, killing any soldier that came in my way. I pierced their heads with my screwdriver, most of the time stabbing them at the side of their heads. They all fell to the floor, one by one.
At some point I stopped. I started feeling afraid and ashamed. I retreated to the portholes and climbed back into the first room.
Dreamt on the night of 01.03.2006
The night before:
Food: Spring rolls and rice with sundried tomatoes and garlic sausages.
Drink: Water
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And did you not wake up?
You have reminded me of a very very bad dream I had dreamt for 3 nights in a row. I might write an entry about it, sometime.
Actually there's more to the dream ... only problem is that I can't remember how it continued :S
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