I just awoke all sweaty from a twisted dream.
Myself and a whole bunch of my fellow soldiers were imprisoned in some Eastern European death camp. Half of our men had become traitors to the enemy, those of us who resisted were tortured and killed. One day my opposition earned me the privilege of sitting on my knees watching a few of my buddies be executed. Execution by repeated bayonet stabs to their hearts. Their heavy corpses thudding as they were dropped. It was upon this that I vowed my escape, my will to live felt so strong in this dream. I somehow disguised myself in one of their uniforms, and made my way to the front of the camp by walking with one of my traitorous comrades. I remember him looking in my eyes, and knowing I should not be killed, that if I die, something else in the world will die with me. I made it out of the gates, to find myself on some snow capped mountain, yet I was drunk with my freedom. I could see a few small villages on the other side of a fiord (for lack of a better word) and I began my treacherous journey there...
At this point I had awoken from my dream, cold sweat, and lay there for a moment contemplating it while having to pee. What was I going to do? Wander down to this village, and hope no one sent m back to the camp?
I hate it when AnnieCruz leaves, I always have nightmares when I sleep alone.
Myself and a whole bunch of my fellow soldiers were imprisoned in some Eastern European death camp. Half of our men had become traitors to the enemy, those of us who resisted were tortured and killed. One day my opposition earned me the privilege of sitting on my knees watching a few of my buddies be executed. Execution by repeated bayonet stabs to their hearts. Their heavy corpses thudding as they were dropped. It was upon this that I vowed my escape, my will to live felt so strong in this dream. I somehow disguised myself in one of their uniforms, and made my way to the front of the camp by walking with one of my traitorous comrades. I remember him looking in my eyes, and knowing I should not be killed, that if I die, something else in the world will die with me. I made it out of the gates, to find myself on some snow capped mountain, yet I was drunk with my freedom. I could see a few small villages on the other side of a fiord (for lack of a better word) and I began my treacherous journey there...
At this point I had awoken from my dream, cold sweat, and lay there for a moment contemplating it while having to pee. What was I going to do? Wander down to this village, and hope no one sent m back to the camp?
I hate it when AnnieCruz leaves, I always have nightmares when I sleep alone.
i totally know what you mean when your significant other isnt there to sleep it, it throws everything out of wack!