2nd time I died in my dream
A lot of things happened prior to this, in my dream that is.
There was a war going on between the Iraqis. A much more formal war than there is now. I was watching a 2nd line band playing with my g/f...I was pulled aside by some man, told me that I had to run a message to the opposing Iraqis. I didn't have clothes on...in fact I was positively nude, so I requested clothes and I was given a pair of plaid pajama paints, and they gave me a cowboy shaped hard hat, (they actually exist).
I walked about 20 feet away and suddenly I was in a warzone. I spoke to an American soldier about where the "other" Iraqis were and he pointed to just over the bushes. As I walked away a "grenade indicator" that pops up in some videogames appeared where I had just been standing and blew up.
I walked another 10 feet and saw some soldiers dressed in black and green point their guns. I put my hands up telling them not to shoot, got on my knees and placed my hands behind my head. Grabbing me they searched me, then one of them grabbed a baseball bat and began going to town on my hard had. I began to scream as he cracked the top open and continued a moment more on my bare scalp. I was screaming with tears as he placed his hand inside the hard had and felt my bloodied scalp, as if inspecting it. Content with whatever he had found, (or didn't), they picked me back up and brought me into an office.
I don't remember the questions, but I remember the man I was speaking to spoke very good English, and their demeanor towards me was calm and non-threatening. I don't even recall if I even relayed the message I was sent to give. I remember writing certain things down because they had trouble understanding me.
At one point there was a long pause as my host was writing. So I picked up this little toy. It was just a bicycle chain on a series a wheels that spun when you turned it on. It went very fast, and made a loud "whirring" sound when on.
I smiled sheepishly when I told the guard that it was kind of a cool toy, and he simply smiled politely in response.
The man across the table asked me another question that I was having difficulty hearing. I asked him to repeat himself twice while I waited for the toy to wind down, once again smiling with embarrassment. He giggled in an innocent manner as he stood up and repeated himself. Like he just heard a silly joke.
I understood him this time. He asked...or told...me to stand up take my hands out of my pockets, and close my eyes.
I began to panic, but did just as he had said. They searched me one more time. And as they spoke to each other about something I can't remember...feeling hopeless, I began to sob.
My heart began to race as part of me struggled to wake.
I heard the bang, but I never felt the pain. I felt my body crumple to the floor, everything just stayed black.
I heard them speaking still. Something along the lines of, "That wasn't necessary, but oh well.".
Everything began to fade even further.
And then I began to scream at myself to wake up, my heart still pounding in my chest, my breaths shallow and quick. It seemed to last forever.
I finally woke.
