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I sat in the back seat of an old yellow school bus packed full of high school students. The road was incredibly bumpy because we were traveling through desert and what seemed to resemble a post-apocalyptic environment. I could see people scurrying about and groups of soldiers climbing out of the back of dark green trucks but the speed of the bus kicked up the dust so that it was difficult to see out of the windows. All of the students were excitedly speaking above each other so the mixture of voices and the commotion outside was causing nervousness and tightness in my stomach.
Then a myriad of gun shots were fired but it wasn’t the sound of a hand gun but military grade M4’s or M16’s. I heard the explosions- the deafening sound of bombs and missile fire. Everything warped to slow motion. All sound was muffled as if we were underwater. The bus driver turned his head toward us and I watched his quivering lips yell, “Get down!” The cotton exploded from the vinyl bus seats like dead dandelions. The bullets tore into skin penetrating ribs and chests and skulls of young teenagers and painting the dust-stained windows with blood. The bus driver took a bullet straight into his heart and as it tore through, he lost control of the wheel turning the bus over several times until it stopped on its side in a pool of gas, hot smoke and broken glass. I was the only survivor.
I wedged my way through the broken window and began to run as fast as I could toward a beige-colored brick wall that was only half-standing. Gun shots continued to fire although I wasn’t exactly sure where they were coming from. People were screaming and running like scattered ants. I quickly turned the corner of the wall and stopped to catch my breath. I held my body flat against it to avoid the cross-fire.
Then my friend, Derek (a warlock I knew in high school) appeared in my dream. He casually walked toward me as he spoke through his off-setting grin, but I can’t remember what he said because I was so focused on his teeth. His teeth were made of wood and were moldy and decayed. I looked at him trying to find the connection but I felt unsettled so I ran.
I sped through the red haze toward two towers that stood strong like a bridge, a gateway to another dimension. I couldn’t see the tops of them because they extended far into the clouds like the tower of Babel that I read about in the Old Testament and in the book of Josephus.
As I ran harder and faster, I could feel my heart thumping inside of my chest like a war drum. There were men in uniform guarding the base of the towers. They looked exactly the same- muscular, over 6 feet tall wearing dark green uniforms and carrying automatic rifles. One spotted me and ordered the others to shoot. I kept running toward them but I didn’t feel any fear.
As I ran, I felt my feet sinking into the air like I was pushing into invisible stairs. I ran up into the sky, past the soldiers on the ground and past the first layer of clouds. As I climbed in flight, more soldiers appeared high on the watch tower aiming missile launchers at me. They fired but I dodged them. I was no longer running up the invisible steps of air now, I was flying. I flew higher and higher until I reached the atmosphere and finally reached space. I was temporarily comforted by the silence, stars and stillness.
My body gravitated toward a red planet. As I entered the planet’s atmosphere, I felt uneasy because I couldn’t find a water source and it seemed just as dry and desolate as the area that I left on Earth. The buildings were like run-down projects. There weren’t many, but the ones that stood, ranged from 1 to 50 stories high and were covered in overgrowth and corrosion.
I flew toward one of the taller buildings because I saw movement through one of the windows. I entered what looked to be an old hotel room. The walls of the room were a dark turquoise color which drank much of the light fighting to come in. I couldn’t help but notice the extremely large creature that resembled Jabba the Hut but rather than being solely covered in moist fatty tissue, it’s worm-like skin was covered in hundreds of vaginas.
To the side of the bed stood a human man who was chained to the room but was nonchalantly having sex with the creature. I never spoke to the man or saw his face and I never spoke directly to the creature. It was almost as if they couldn’t see me. Perched on a lamp shade to my right, was a small animal / alien creature. I asked, “what’s going on here?”
It replied, “It is the New World Order. We’re exterminating most of the humans and the few that are spared will serve as slaves for our purposes. Some, like him, will be used as sex slaves to create human-alien hybrids.”
I knew I had to stop the genocide, so I quickly flew back into space and came across a small X-Wing fighter but it had no cockpit enclosure. It was open. The young Han Solo stood there to greet me. And for the next several hours we had target practice and shot at various space debris. But suddenly I realized that he was trying to distract me from my mission. He wasn’t the real Han Solo…He wasn’t even human! Irritated, I quickly sped back down to Earth and thought to myself, “I’m going to fly one human at a time and hide them in the caves in the Mountains.”
Then I woke up.