I was unfortunately, lucky enough to be caught in the middle of a war with no meaning in the dream I had last night. I wasn't sure if I was fighting for the right side, whether there was a right side or not, and I couldn't figure out just what we were fighting for. There is only one scene I remember and it reminded me of a sick morbid game, kind of like one of those life and death games off the SAW movies.
There were about five of us "soldiers" standing around an old abandoned car. One of our soldiers had been shoved inside the car door, where the window rolls up and down into. Obviously, it was an impossible situation as no living person could really fit into a car door without being cut up into a million different pieces. We were given rules on how we could get him out of the door. They were simple and short: Move him or the door the wrong way and he dies.
Oh great, so how the hell do we even start? Another soldier and myself decided we would risk everything and try to get our comrade out of the door... We got him about halfway out before my stupid alarm clock who destroys every good thing about sleep woke me up.
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