Dream: Laser Saw and Eldritch Pact
Dream 6-29-22: Laser Saw and Eldritch Pact
I’m part of a military, fighting for my country.
Downtown with my squad in a parking garage.
Sunset, dim light, laser sights blind my eyes.
Enemy approaches, we stand our ground.
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“We”… “We” stand our ground.
But if I’m part of a team, where is everyone else?
I hear their voices over the comms.
They give advice, about the enemy arms.
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Which weapon does the most damage?
Listen to the sound the impact hits.
The high-pitched searing of lasers against flesh
Is less concussive than whistling missile blasts.
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A burst of light and fire, I explode.
I respawn again in battle.
Another one runs up, too close for my rifle.
I switch to shotgun, but I’m too slow.
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Knife in the chest, I give my last breath.
Or it should have been my last, I wake up again.
Respawned, alive, I’m immortal.
But I’m not doing much good on may own.
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Yet still on my comms, I hear my teammates speaking
About the enemies they’ve beetrudn defeating.
“Headshot! Booyah!” Screams over the chatter
And I stand up from prone, my stealth is cancelled.
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He’s got a sniper rifle, I’ve got one too.
But aim and accuracy isn’t my move.
I dash to the right and switch to secondary,
Enemy approaches and takes out his M60.
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Big mistake, ballistic rifles?
It’s laser time, faster than bullets.
I switch to my shotgun, shoot as he rounds the corner.
Push him to the ground, check the kill confirmed.
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Soon I find, I’m on my last life.
Respawn point is lost in midst of strife.
No one knows why we won’t revive,
But it might have to do with how aliens arrive.
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Pinkish-purple, a color so putrid.
Egg sacs the size of lawn chairs, and forms so ghoulish.
Like a fish and a lizard had a child.
A scaly quadruped, amphibious reptile.
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Radio chatter is dying down.
I feel alone, very few are around.
Even the enemies are few and far between.
Whatever disrupted us, stops them from respawning.
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But the battle will continue, war makes no exceptions.
We can’t give up even during alien invasions.
So as the last Roll Call reveals only three more allies alive,
They submit a score streak to ensure we survive.
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Care Package drops down, smashes a hole through the roof.
I open it up and find Anti-Ballistic Suit.
It’s labeled “EMP.” I wonder what that means.
I’m a soldier not a scientist, I don’t need to read.
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So equip the gear, and just in time.
The crash alerted the enemies where we hide.
I’ve a score streak of my own, but it’s not very high.
Teal-blue laser saw coming online.
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Crouching behind the side of a car,
Face hidden under a tactical visor,