War.
We saw Der Undertgang (The Downfall) last night. An insightful look at the life of Adolf Hitler, his frustration, his helplessness, and his ruthlessness, towards the end of the Second World War. When I got home, I played Def Jam Vendetta to shake off some of those depressing and very disturbing images, and fell asleep.
This was my dream.
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The air was cold. Freezing. But on the inside I was glowing with excitement. The plane lifted high into the cold mountain sky and soon we would be away from this mess. I looked out the window and saw the snowy mountain tops, and buried in the snow was massive destruction. I closed my eyes, and was about to inhale my first breath of freedom when suddenly, my last flame of hope was stolen away from me.
“EVERYBODY GET DOWN!!! FREEZE!”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I was already frozen. Two huge black guys, and one black woman towered over us wearing huge fur coats and giant rifles.
“Please, we just want to go home,” somebody pleaded.
“Home?” the largest of the bunch replied. “Fuck home. This war destroyed our home! Just take a look outside!” His voice was deep and imposing.
Soon we were all tied up. They seemed to be flying in circles plotting their next move. A thick layer of frost formed around the window frame.
“This is fucked up,” said one of the hijackers, pacing in circles, “What the fuck are we doing?” His voice was more squeaky. He reminded me of Mike Tyson.
“Relax,” said the bigger one, “The plan is simple. We freeze this bitch until it can no longer function. Then we parachute out of this motherfucker.”
I was scared shitless, and eventually I passed out.
The next minute, I was in the mountains. The crash must have already passed but there was no plane in sight. Then I heard a voice, “We got Neil over here!”
There was Mike, trying to throw a rock across a mountain pass. On the other side of the abyss was a massive estate, unscathed by the storm of war. A large cream colored mansion, with a red shingled roof and three two-car garages.
I turned around, and behind me was long row of houses, lined up straight and tall like the ones I remembered in San Francisco, also untouched.
“Hey.” It was Harold. “Bet you can’t hit that house with a rock.” He pointed once again at that large house sitting on the mountain across from us.
I saw Mike again, hurling pebbles that would inevitably fall straight into that dark chasm below. I picked up a twig and made a makeshift slingshot, loaded it, and on the first try, I launched a stone clear across the fissure, which banged against one of the garage doors.
The bang echoed throughout the mountains, and soon the echo turned into a giant rumble. We all looked up and saw a fleet of biplanes, their shadows passed ominously over the snowy ground.
“GET DOWN!” Mike yelled.
Soon one of the planes launched a missile that flew right over our heads, blasting the row of houses behind us. Then another blast, followed by another. There was smoke and debris flying in all directions. Desperate screams were silenced shortly. There was no where to go. Nothing but the snow, the houses, and a deadly drop.
There had to be some kind of refuge hidden in one of those houses. A basement. Anything. I had to make a run for it.
I breathed quietly and counted down from 10…
3…2…1…
I made a run for one of the houses, my eyes fixed straight ahead. I heard a loud screeching from a distance, which grew nearer and nearer with every second. The snow was slowing me down. The screeching pierced my ears, straight into the core of my very soul.
Right when I grabbed the doorknob, everything turned white.
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WAR! HOO! GOOD GOD Y’ALL! WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!
