[Zhukov]

Everyone's dreams are stupid.


I dreamed I was back on the farm I lived on when I was a wee lad, and I was on guard duty. The neighbours had released their horse sized rooster into our paddock, and it was attacking our horse, and when I went in to put a stop to it (how do you stop a horse sized rooster? Fuck knows) things turned ugly.

There was a guy driving around the paddock in a small hatchback, and he was doing burnouts and hollering, so I got my machine gun and chased him out of his car and down to the creek. He was about to get away when I asked my best friend from primary school if he had a gun I could borrow, which he did, but when I went to continue the chase I realised that it was only a tiny wooden gun on a key ring... and my adversary had a huge sledgehammer.

Somewhere along the line I got my machine gun back and my adversary jumped into the creek, I fired two grenades from the under slung grenade launcher - which missed - and two bursts of gunfire before I ran out of ammo. My adversary turned into a woman who I have had a crush on for the past month, and tried coming up for air. Despite protests from various standers-by, I beat her/him to death with the butt of my gun.

I remember thinking that drowning was a terrible way to die, and I don't know if the death was caused by drowning or being beaten with a gun.