Saturday, October 10, 2020

Into the Archives, Out of Catharsis (Not my dream)

    I was standing high on the balcony of a military base building.  It was a sunny day with high visibility. I was surrounded by some military intelligentsia who were explaining some new technology of pinpointing a very small target from an air strike.  Way off to the right, I saw a narrow flat bridge or pier extending into the water with some military vehicles on it and I saw a plane bomb it tight on the vehicle and blow it up.  They were pleased and pointed out to me how well it worked. 

   We went to the shore and were all gathered on a  front of the military base. I was getting more information from the military and a few of us (journalists?) were behind them. All of a sudden, I said, "Won't they be retaliating?"  And everyone agreed and loaded us on the back of their vehicles which had large, wide flatbeds. We took off and drove into a tunnel, which I wondered if it would be safe during a bombing, but apparently it had resisted previous bombings.  We then returned to the beach, and I asked are you absolutely sure they won't  be coming back. The officer said yes, but when I asked again, he looked into the sky and said we'd better get out of there.

   We ran for the vehicle again, but suddenly I was lying flat and couldn't get up. I struggled as hard as I could but could NOT get up. Suddenly my grandfather, an old, thin, white-haired man, appeared and said he would help me get up no matter what. He heaved and pulled and finally my legs came out of snow.He collapsed under me and died of a heart attack.I was able to slide onto the back of the vehicle and we pulled away, leaving my dead grandfather behind.  The driver went about 30 feet and crashed into a huge snow mound, got buried and couldn't get out.  I got off and started running. I ran and ran and came to this big old ramshackle building and ran inside. I only got inside and heard something falling through the roof. I heard a soldier say it could be a hostile. Instead it was some blond older woman who apparently lived in the area and went barreling by me.  I went a little further into the building and was standing near a doorway when I heard something else coming through the ceiling----I thought "Hostile" but it was 2 small cylindrical bombs. I made it out the door and had to decide which way to go.  To the right was about 4 feet deep manure that ran the length of the building.  I stepped one foot into it and realized that would not be a good way to go----footprints and very slow going.  I went to the left and when I got to the corner of the building I stopped and looked around.  I saw some hostiles in the distance and so I went into another side door.  I thought they had seen me so I hurried through the basement looking for a place to hide.  It was a big sprawling basement . As I passed through, I saw several possible hiding places---a large box, a large multi-colored chest---but I discarded them as too obvious---so I had to keep going all the way to the end where the furnace and all the big pipes were. I decided I had to hide there. Then I woke up.

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