This one is a bit different.
I used to -and at times still do- have the most vivid dreams.
The next entry is a record of one such dream, one that could easily be mistaken for some sort of Halo fan fiction if you didn't know it was in fact a dream lol.
I kind of wish that I could retain my dreams for as long as I used to when I was younger, you know?
I kind of wish that I had dreams NOW even just HALF as often as I did back in my teenage years.
The ability to do so seems to fade with time and as we gain more life experience.
A part of me is fine with that I suppose.
I do have my fair share of fragmented memories about some pretty horrid nightmares that I don't care to recall in full lol.
I would imagine that we all do.
Here is how one of my...weirder dreams played out.
One that I managed to remember enough to write down in full.
Enjoy.
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January 30th. 2012.
Journal #018.
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*Young me didn't know all of the accurate military lingo folks lbvs, so please just take it as the weird, cringe, dated, dream crap that it is. I also don't own the rights to any of these things or anything related to the Halo series.
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Last night in my head...
We (about four of us) sat patiently in the hall of the vessel, awaiting the call orders to move forward.
There was myself, my brother (a rarity), and two Marines.
The mission we had been assigned was past complete, and all there was now was the dust off.
The Marines began to grow restless, a mistake that I knew could cause their deaths at any moment.
"Stay vigilant...that's an order."
As the minutes passed, the quiet began to become unsettling, even for us Spartans.
When a reprieve came in the form of several Grunts, we snap into action.
The grunts are made short work of but their backup (a duo of sword-wielding Elites) was a bit more complicated.
One of them slashed out at my brother who managed to avoid the blow but barely as I got off several shots with my B.R. (Battle Rifle.) that felled the beast with a satisfying thump.
The second Elite put up more of a fight, his rank was higher based on his armor type.
"FALL BACK!"
I called down the corridor to my brother who had charged the two swordsmen in typical Spartan style.
"Roger."
Was his calm reply.
As he began to back up, I aligned my Sniper rifle with the Elite's chest and readied my finger to fire when the bastard's sword found its home a bit close to my brother's chest. The cut wasn't life-threatening, but It was bleeding pretty badly.
I lay the Elite low with a pair of shots from my Sniper rifle then I race to my brother's side.
He removes his helmet and gasps with a strained smile.
"I'm fine."
He says.
Let's move on.
"Fair enough."
I say, trusting his judgment.
Before he has a chance to put his helmet back on, a large group of Grunts flank us from a side corridor, forcing us to fall back.
We lose fire on them from our sidearms then retreat down the hallway until we reach the end where the blast doors begin to close.
"FALL BACK!"
I order.
But to no avail, for they're both dead.
-the two Marines-
We make our way down the hall when we suddenly hear the metallic sound of metal sliding over metal.
I look down and there is a L.O.T.U.S Anti-tank mine.
"Where did they get tha--"
I'm cut off mid-word as my brother slams into me and the explosion throws us across the corridor to safety, ironically.
"LET'S MOVE!"
I grab my fellow Spartan by the shoulder and haul him on, we fall into a prone position then continue down the hall till we reach the corner where several Marines are pinned down by a hoard of Grunts.
"Cover me!"
I yell as I grab a fresh B.R. and shove a Sniper rifle into my brother's waiting arms. I lay prone and fire off into the throng of enemies, but there are far too many of them.
"We are going to be overrun, sir!"
One of the soldiers cries out.
Sadly, I agree...
But not without a fight!
The wall of Grunts draws nearer, and when they are within 10 yards, a large door slides open along the side corridor, and out flies a large Warthog!
We pile in and make our way towards the nearest exit.
I wake...
Very weird, cool dream.
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So I feel as if I obviously may have been playing so much Halo around this time, that it was bleeding into my subconscious mind lol.
That is one hell of a detailed dream, and it sounds quite intense at that!
I can't say I recall this particular dream, but reading this does give me a strangely familiar feeling lol.
I also can't explain why one of my older brothers was in this dream...
This particular brother and I were never very close, and we aren't these days either.
As much as I love and value my family, they don't have that same sort of loyalty to me, so I simply avoid them.
I don't like that fact...but it is what it is.
More stories for another time, yeah?
Let's see how the next entry goes.
See you soon folks.
-Redd.