I'm standing by on two stories to be published - "'Zona Trash" and another, the title of which doesn't make much sense so I'll just leave that be for now. Again with the weird dreams...I honestly don't know where they come from...
I was part of some military squad sent to attack an Army base somewhere in the jungle. The base had its men along with families and children. We were sent to wipe them out - I have no idea why. The dream had elements of several video games I've played, I opened fire with a mounted machine gun on a parade ground full of Army men who somehow refused to seek cover. I used my gun, I used my knife. We killed soldiers, women and children - I even killed a cook who didn't die right away. He chased after me while throwing a full pot of soup at me...I could feel it landing on my back and shoulders.
I killed a kid who wandered near. He didn't look human, but more like a cartoon character come to life. I stabbed him over and over until he dropped. I stabbed another guy in the heart, he still struggled. I poked at his eyes with my knife and the gore took on the qualities of a scrambled egg. As we moved on, killing indiscriminately - I found a civilian and prepared him for the killing blow. It was...Anthony Bourdain? Why was the guy from the Food Network in my dreams? He handed me something he called his 'technical sword' - it looked like a straight-blade katana of some kind. I used it to decapitate Anthony and as I cut more than once to complete the kill, the meat started to look like carne asada.
Not surprisingly, I woke up feeling disturbed and depressed - I can't get this dream out of my head and it's been like, all day.
Rain Cuisine
17 years ago

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