Dreams–Army of the Body-Snatchers and the Child Rebellion.
It’s not often I have a memorable or weird dream, so when I do have one, they tend to stick with me a while. The last really memorable dream I had was both strange and–perhaps even more oddly–a fair idea for a story, although not truly one I’d write myself anytime soon.
It all began when I found myself in a military/vacation camp almost like the ones I visited when I was a child, except this camp was full of teenagers and other young adults running around enjoying themselves. Around us were men in military uniforms and unused tanks. Still, everyone had fun
The odd things began when the screaming, running teenagers carefree with every aspect of their lives disappeared, only to be replaced by people of the same bodies and faces–only in military uniforms. They were also highly disciplined now. I hid and observed everyone for some time. Somehow I noticed spirits slipped into these bodies and replaced the original souls. I had to ask myself where the original souls went, but I had no answers. Still I watched from a distance. I could not explain it, but by watching the soul replacements, I, too, learned how to separate my soul from its body. Whether in-dream astral projection or not, that’s what I did.
I found a place out of the way, yet where I could still observe everything. I covered my hiding spot with a camouflage net and left my body. I travelled all over the camp and witnessed everything. Finally I grew too fearful my body would be discovered and returned to it. Luckily for me, no harm came to it, but now that I was certain what was happening, I left the camp.
Miles away, I found a hidden bunker underneath a train station, and there were kids–children not yet pubescent–manning its halls and preparing for war. They allowed me into their numbers, and soon we thought we were ready to take on the body-snatchers.
The attack came when I was wandering the train station and became aware of trains arriving. I instantly knew what they were and who was in them, but somehow I was still surprised when the soldiers came out–soldiers who only a short while ago were carefree youths hoping for a summer of fun. I instantly ran underneath to find a weapon. All around me came the sounds of battle–of kids fighting with guns and swords to the death against enemies older, taller, and stronger.
I never did find a weapon, even when the enemy came at me from all directions in the red-lit halls. So, what happened? I’m not sure. Perhaps I escaped. Perhaps I died. Perhaps I was captured. The dream ended there, only to be replaced by morning’s piercing light.
It all began when I found myself in a military/vacation camp almost like the ones I visited when I was a child, except this camp was full of teenagers and other young adults running around enjoying themselves. Around us were men in military uniforms and unused tanks. Still, everyone had fun
The odd things began when the screaming, running teenagers carefree with every aspect of their lives disappeared, only to be replaced by people of the same bodies and faces–only in military uniforms. They were also highly disciplined now. I hid and observed everyone for some time. Somehow I noticed spirits slipped into these bodies and replaced the original souls. I had to ask myself where the original souls went, but I had no answers. Still I watched from a distance. I could not explain it, but by watching the soul replacements, I, too, learned how to separate my soul from its body. Whether in-dream astral projection or not, that’s what I did.
I found a place out of the way, yet where I could still observe everything. I covered my hiding spot with a camouflage net and left my body. I travelled all over the camp and witnessed everything. Finally I grew too fearful my body would be discovered and returned to it. Luckily for me, no harm came to it, but now that I was certain what was happening, I left the camp.
Miles away, I found a hidden bunker underneath a train station, and there were kids–children not yet pubescent–manning its halls and preparing for war. They allowed me into their numbers, and soon we thought we were ready to take on the body-snatchers.
The attack came when I was wandering the train station and became aware of trains arriving. I instantly knew what they were and who was in them, but somehow I was still surprised when the soldiers came out–soldiers who only a short while ago were carefree youths hoping for a summer of fun. I instantly ran underneath to find a weapon. All around me came the sounds of battle–of kids fighting with guns and swords to the death against enemies older, taller, and stronger.
I never did find a weapon, even when the enemy came at me from all directions in the red-lit halls. So, what happened? I’m not sure. Perhaps I escaped. Perhaps I died. Perhaps I was captured. The dream ended there, only to be replaced by morning’s piercing light.
