Strategic Warfare: Lucid Night Tales

Friday, August 24, 2018, 9:30 am,

My nightmare was about strategic warfare. For two nights, there had been gun fighting from our upstairs window, machine guns specifically. There were ten of us in the room, and for two nights, we happened to keep the enemy at bay. The enemy reminded me of Russia because the other side's colours were blue and white. We didn't have the numbers on the third night, and we had intel that the opposition was arriving around 7:30 pm, but they didn't show. We decided to go to bed. At 01:10 am, they drove five white cars down the street and parked in a line across the road; one vehicle was damaged in an accident. I looked out the window; I saw a helicopter flying above us. A man and I entered the lounge, which had a mahogany interior. I yelled, "They're here". Suddenly, a man with large boots entered the lounge and sat on a single chair. He vocalised my Name, but he couldn't pronounce my surname. He started handing things to me; the first was a folded letter, and the second item was a can of spray paint. I took the can and looked down; my left hand was blue. In that moment, I realised we were all going to die. I began to pray.

AI generated - an example of what I saw in the dream