Me as a soldier.

Now it's like customary for me to dream almost every night I fall asleep. A good amount of these dreams are meaningless, like dreams you have of yourself drinking yoghurts or flying on a dragon, I even will myself to dream about certain things by merely sleeping with the thoughts of the thing in my head. Some of this dreams however I feel have a meaning, even if the meaning is not apparent to me yet.

So in the most recent dream I had, I was a soldier. Like a foot soldier and we were recruited not long ago by the army. We where immediately sent to war and I fought bravely, killing those I could kill and injuring those I don't dare kill, overall it wras a bloodbath but luckily I came out of it alive. I and my squad mates returned to the barracks on the captain's order while running. We rushed into the large hidden room and all of a sudden, a fellow soldier pokes his hands through the wall racks in an attempt to reach me, and at that time I was leaning on the wall. He almost reached me but I immediately straightened up and before I knew it, he already had a knife in his hands. He screamed for the locked door to be opened and so it was, the captain who seemed to be addressing the battalion at the time looked up at the man but didn't utter a word, he came after me saying that I killed his brother and therefore I must die, saying that he recognised my gloves and they looked like that of his brother's killer (so much for dreams, anyone could literally have the same type of gloves as the guy next door). This fellow soldier dude lunged at me in a real attempt to attack me with his knife and so I dodged, still the captain didn't say anything. We kept at this for sometime and what was actually an attempt of him murdering me soon seemed like a game as it was too repititive. He leaps towards me, I dodge, he does so again, I dodge haha. Crazy right?

I soon got tired of it and decided to take a sit to listen to what the captain was saying anyway, the dude lurked around waiting for an opportunity to lunge towards me again. I looked at him despicably through the corner of my eyes and him, with a snarl on his face, did the "I will slaughter you" gesture with his knife and neck. The lecture soon ended and we were back at it again. We both soon got tired so he stopped, resting his palm on his knees while taking deep breathes. I don't think my name was Layla in the dream because he called a different name I can't recall now to ask me to tell him the truth about his brother's death. I told him that I know nothing of it and the only thing I know is that I didn't kill him. He believed at last and took his leave.

Soon, it was time to embark on another mission. I went to the armoury, reloaded my gun, stuck my backpack with some explosives and went into the war zone again alongside my squad members and that's when I woke up. I kind of felt bad for the fellow soldier whose brother was killed even if it was only a dream. The worst part of the dream was that it was a lucid dream. I woke up not knowing what to think about it. I have learnt not to take my dreams too seriously regardless of whether there's a meaning attached to them. I have these sort of dreams too often that I just laugh them off..

Yeah I know... It all sounds stupid right? Well that's my life when I am temporarily dead haha.

This write up was inspired by an article by @FashTioluwa titled "the last dream I had".

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