Dec 13
Dream. It was kingdom-time in days of yore. Or was it not now? Our kingdom was being invaded by another, the "Ohms". We were to go out and meet them at the gate between our kingdom and theirs (the gate was just a door with an Ohms/Omega symbol on it). This gate as it turned out was only a couple hundred miles away from where I live in real life. If they didn't back down, there was to be war.
We were unfocused and leaderless. Most of the troops did not even go out to the gate; they just stood around. Once I found out why we were called, I came back from the gate and grabbed the mic at some sort of festival deal, and spoke to the troops. My tone at first was rushed and out of breath; then it was gradually more relaxed and confident when I could hear myself speak. I told the men that there was an order to march two by two to the gate.
They went. Apparently when I went to the gate this time my feet were not so heav; my stride not slow as before. I found myself in a sea of soldiers on my side, maybe hundreds or even thousands - but the problem was the ones on my side were not into the battle. They were young men, who had apparently neither passion for truth nor zeal for life. They were good technically, and fantastic at video games and training. But it's almost like they 'did not care'.
So I found myself standing the closest to their leader who happened to be a female. I could not see any of her troops and got the distinct impression that we could rout these bastards and prevent them from taking our territory if only we would stand up and fight in force. When she approached and began speaking, I was conscious of my low brow and scowled look directed at her. I felt she 'mistakenly' thought me the leader, as I was closest to her. I could not believe what was happening; where was our own leader? She started speaking about how fantastic their society was and spoke as if her words were dipped in honey and sweet spices. I shuffled back a bit self-consciously, so as to indicate that I was not in fact the leader here.
Her 'cunning linguist' speech ended, as if to ask what we thought. "Intoxicating," was my reply, in my best British accent. Our troops laughed a bit. She focused in and asked me what I meant by that. I seemed to arise and wouldn't back down now. "I mean how good and desirable you make sound your MIND CONTROL propaganda," I said sharply.
She looked at me point blank and shot me in the chest. I looked down at the wound, back up at the troops who were still not at arms. "Guys... get her...!" A half-hearted attempt by our troops ensued. She was not killed. My wound in the right side of my chest started to bleed. I had two darts at my disposal (those were our weapons, it seems in addition to our guns - red and blue darts).
The first dart missed. The second hit her right in the middle of the neck/throat. Her neck was now so thin, like the thin part of a baseball bat, and she was standing sideways at the time. I'm not sure if it killed her. Now there were others there to help her, but it's not like they were good fighters.
I walked back to our territory. My black shirt was now quite bloody. Others saw my wound and were incredulous, but at the same time were not compelled to fight. I strangely felt that I was not dying yet. I was however broken by the meaninglessness; the apathy and unwillingness of others to FIGHT what would surely be, a winning battle.
"The unknown does not incite fear, but dependence on the known does." - J. Krishnamurti