weird dream...

memang pelik gile...

i was in some guerrilla battalion. it was in a training camp.
i've met a friend. some stranger.
a weird one too.
i don't remember much detail of it but i'll list down things anyway.
i'll start with things that i don't remember but somehow are significant:
-his name.
-my squad mates.
-my sergeant.
-our mission.
-our cause.
-the country i was in.
-and some other minor details that keep nagging and bothering the hell outta me for not remembering them.

things that i do remember, or noticed:
-he is obsessed with his coffee pouch.
-a wicked yet nice sense of humor.
-we were best friends.
-the leader of our battalion looks like saruman.
-we were held out in an airport for bringing in suspicious objects.
-a scene where a girl was taking care of her friend in the shelter after a mission but her friend didn't make it. she died because of blood loss.
-there were minors in our battalion.
-they ride tricycles but wielded some sort of freakishly powerful toy gun.
-our headquarter look so familiar... oh. it's the subway in fallout 3.
-our last mission. mission accomplished but he was injured.
-blood was loss. a lot.
-i fed him but he kept vomiting foods back out, along with blood.
-he was really pale but can still joke it out.
-"wei. aku amik sket la ko nye kopi tu. ko nampak cam nak mampos je."
-"cuba la. aku kurung ko dalam locker aku pastu aku cucuk locker ngan batang besi panas pastu aku bagi ko makan-" and he goes on and on with threats, with difficulties.
-and later, he didn't fucking move. wake up dude...
-news on the radio. we have reached our objective. the civil war is over. we won.
-i don't really remember his face but i swear he smiled. RIP dude.
-somewhere before the last mission, our headquarter was captured.
-after we won, we did the final march towards our base.
-the kids were the firstline cavalry. fucking firstline!!! yet they busted through the tanks like they were cakes. fucking toy gun...
-and they have force fields. the kids.
-base recaptured.
-all units gathered, bebudak sekolah style. (vocab failed me again. it was like all people just gather there sitting around.)
-there were A LOT of people.
-we mourned our lost comrades.
-each squad representatives were called out.
-i gave a speech. it went smoothly and end beautifully. hell, along with some flashbacks too!
-we tributed a song. (the song was in some foreign language. sounds like jumbled up japanese. sounds like some military warsong mixed with a bit of nashid.)

and then i woke up.
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damn i suck in telling stories.