I Had a Chilling Dream Last Night. . .

Dreams can be so very interesting. The last real memorable dream I had was in 1985. I was in a chopper manning a M134 Mini gun. We were flying in a downtown city area down the middle of the street in between the buildings. I was using the mini gun to take out demonic type creatures in the windows. When the creatures were hit they exploded into a liquid type mixture of various colors. Interesting dream.

Gunny said:

Dreams can be so very interesting. The last real memorable dream I had was in 1985. I was in a chopper manning a M134 Mini gun. We were flying in a downtown city area down the middle of the street in between the buildings. I was using the mini gun to take out demonic type creatures in the windows. When the creatures were hit they exploded into a liquid type mixture of various colors. Interesting dream.

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You have those dreams, too, eh? Yeah. I had one where I was driving a deuce and a half down a tropical roadway and hit a mine. Blew the truck right up into the air, and when it came back down, amazingly, it was still drivable. I was taking SAF from the tree lines and was flooring it; whole truck was smoking, the canvas was on fire, and the steering wheel had the whole top half sheared off, so I was driving with this half-moon thing that looked like the control column in an old B-17, LOL.

I had another one in which my captain put me in charge of a bunch of newbies. We were ordered to clear a building (which was strangely very much like the office in my dad's place of business years ago). We breached the door---and were hit with an ambush. They shot us to pieces; I was hit several times but kept going. We neutralized the enemy, and I ended up collapsing onto a leather couch in the building; I was bleeding out and I knew I was dying, but there wasn't much I could do about it---I was rapidly losing consciousness. One of the newbies came up, gave me a sitrep, and said, "Sir, I have taken the liberty of telling the men to stand down." I nodded, closed my eyes, and that's where the dream ended.

I've had others over the years, some of them I get killed in, some of them I don't. I also have a lot of them I don't remember, but I wake up soaking wet with the blankets and pillows kicked off onto the floor. The worst ones, I wake myself up screaming, but those are rare.

PTSD, kids. It's just loads of fun.