I had a dream last night that caused me to jolt out of my sleep when the alarm rang.
I was crouching with 2-4 people, frantically meddling with some equipment. I was dirty, affected from the heat, i was exhausted, and i knew that what i was doing was helping the enemy. But i rationalised that i was doing so as to stay alive and be able to help my family after. There was a little girl, of about 5years old, sitting at the edge of our group. She too was crouched, but staring on as we wanted to her to rest, we didnt want to taint her hands w such blasphemous work. She was such a well behaved girl, i made extra effort to keep her within my peripheral vision. And then i saw the manlike lady soldier enter.
She resembled ms trunchbull from matilda, except much skinner and fitter. She was holding her rifle in position, aiming it at the little girl, taking slow calculated steps towards her. I could feel the little girls eyes widening in fear, but she kept her gaze on the solider- so strong yet fearful... Her body stiffened, hoping that her good behaviour would disinterest as a target.
All this while, my crouching comrades and I continued w our charge. We started missing the cranks and nooks, we increased frequency raising our arms to wipe sweat w our sleeves. And then we heard the shot. Our hands froze momentarily, and then scrambled around more quickly.
The child's whimpers floated to my ears and i took in a heavy sigh of relief. She is still alive. I made a mental note to care for her and take her in as my own after this ended.
But then i heard the 2nd shot of persistence. This time i completely stopped what i was doing. I was shivering w indignity and anger and fear. Fear kept me from standing. I wanted to run over to the child and protect her from the bull so so so badly. I was crying, shaking, and hyperventilating. How could fear chain my legs and sense of humanity.
The child let out an uncontrolled shriek and instinctively tried to go back to her curled ball of submission. I remember my fears being comforted, at least shes still alive. I still can atone for my mistakes.
When i heard the 3rd gunshot, my dream ended.
What is it im struggling to stay alive for???
I didnt realise that fear of survival could cripple my sense of humanity this badly.
Is it my environment or deep set flaws surfacing