Last night I had a dream. My national guard unit was directed by the Illuminati to show up at the United Nations building. We were all dressed in our civilian attire. We were ordered to participate in a game they were playing. Each of us were armed according to their ranking of our abilities and intelligence. The most intelligent and admired were the most heavily armed. I was given only an M-16 rifle with no ammunition! I managed to beg at least a clip's worth of ammo from my comrades.
The contest was to traverse through a course set in New York City and be back to the U.N. before nightfall. The most gifted soldiers were given an ample head start. I was placed way in back of the pack. Next, I start on my own into Central Park. It is a beautiful sunny warm day. I am immediately shot at by an elderly couple with AK-47's, moving away off in the distance, driving a golf cart!
Everything looks like you would expect in New York City. People are moving about and are not looking like they would be a threat. Not the war zone, I was thinking, the Illuminati guys had in mind, or was it?
The strategy I had formed in my mind was the scenario of the tortoise and the hare. I was going to finish at my own pace, in my own way. I would scavenge whatever I needed to survive, along the way, and get out of this nightmare!
I am making my way through the park, not knowing what to expect, when I see a young woman in a bikini walking towards me at about two hundred yards distant. She brings up her AK-47 and starts opening fire on me. I dive for a nearby oak tree to my left. It barely provides me enough cover from the withering fire.
Well, at this point in the dream I wake up. I think I've had enough! So what to interpret from this? Sometimes, you can feel like a pawn in this nightmare world, but you always have the option to wake up. Perhaps? Who can say?
Some final points to consider: I'm still a little ticked off that the Illuminati guys, thought so little of me, that I was only given a rifle and nothing else! What the hell! On the other hand, I supose, I should consider it a compliment that they so underestimate my survival instincts. I am also wondering what they did to motivate the New Yorkers to play in their twisted little game. Although, I must say, they do have a reputation for not being so friendly!
So that is my dream, take from it what you will. Perhaps, next time I can persuade my fellow soldiers and New Yorkers to turn the tables on the puppet masters.
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