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This is another dream-sharing status. However, reader discretion is advised, for this story may be sad to those who are easily offended or to those who are emotional in nature...
Because last night, I dreamed that I accidentally killed a dog...
I was sent on a mission to a dam, where there was suspected enemy activity. I was situated at the bottom of the dam, and made my way across platforms and catwalks that hanged just above the water. This is where I came across a dog. This animal reminded me of my own dog, Zona. He had a long snout, pointed ears, and a coat of brown & white colors. Unlike my dog though, he was short and fat with stubby legs. Just a lovable ball of fur.

Forgetting my mission, I began giving him attention and petted him. He didn't growl or make any aggressive gestures. He was as a gentle as any creature could be, and loved the attention. Then an enemy agent appeared. The agent was armed and began to aim his weapon. Naturally, I started to do the same, however before I could pull the trigger, the dog ran out in between us. Then the shooting happened...

In the end, I was victorious. The bastard took a round straight through the chest, and his body toppled into the water. But then I spotted the dog. He was laying on his side on one of the platforms. To my horror, he had a gunshot wound on his side, and worse, he was still alive and conscious. Though I wished it otherwise, I knew I was responsible, and it was one of my stray shots that did this to him. I made my way to him and kneeled at his side. I put one hand on the wound, and with the other, I gently petted him and stroked his fur. I wanted to ease his passing as much possible, to make him feel loved. But he kept looking straight ahead, breathing slower and slower. My vision began to blur as tears swelled my eyes...

Then I woke up. And this was the first time I awoke with genuine tears in my eyes.
Dream Tales: The Dog and The Regret
This is apart of a series that I called "Dream Tales". This is where I share interesting dreams that I have had. I originally started this on Facebook and now will post it here as well. This piece was originally written on November 13 of 2013.

I have another dream from the other day that I would like to share. This one reminded of the Hunger Games books:

This dream took place in a world where the majority of the population lived in extreme poverty, and nature reclaimed most of humanity's cities. The one exception was a walled city where the privileged elite dwelled. This city held high, twisting spires and towers, and it was the only seat of power for the government. I had an aunt who knew a way into the walled city and gave me a mission. If I was successful, it would change the fate of world. I was sent on my way and snuck into city via a system of ancient catacombs. I was ultimately successful in my mission...

...However, I was deceived. My "aunt" was a conspirator with the new leader who rose to power, after I usurped the previous government. I realized I replaced one tyrannical regime with another, and thus I became swarmed with guilt. I was nothing more than a pawn in a political conflict. Later in the dream, the new leader gathered her followers in the central plaza within the city. She intended to rally the people to her cause. The plaza held a massive fire-pit at its center. Behind the pit, there was a double staircase which led to a raised platform above the pit. This is where the leader would give her speech.

I stood on the platform with her supporters, perhaps as a guest of honor. I stood towards the back of platform behind the leader. Yet I noticed that the platform held no guardrail and was completely exposed to the pit. That was when I saw my chance for redemption... I charged the leader from behind and tackled her with full force. We both reeled over the edge. As she screamed as we plummeted to our doom, I felt nothing but relief. For I knew I had found my redemption, even as the flames reached up to devour my flesh and turn my bones to ash...
...Then I woke up.

Dream Tales: The Redemption
This is apart of series I called "Dream Tales". This is where I post interesting and random dreams I've had and wish to share. I originally started this on Facebook, and I will now post them here as well. This piece was originally written September 20 of 2013. Hope you like it.


Xeno Heretic
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Current Residence: Southern Arizona
Favourite genre of music: black metal, gothic rock
Favourite style of art: conceptual art
Favourite cartoon character: Starscream
Personal Quote: "Let no good deed go un-punished, let no evil deed go un-rewarded." Codex of Chaos Marines


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