Just
a dream
I saw this picture of Sir
Paul McCartney a few weeks ago. But, for some strange reason, I dreamed
about it last night.
In my dream, Sir Paul came over to my house to have dinner. Do not ask me how
that came about, it was just a dream. While we waited for dinner to be ready, we
sat down to watch some television. The History Channel was on with a documentary
about the Vietnam war. As we watched the show, we fell asleep. I know, a dream
about falling asleep. But, that is not all. While we slept, we dreamed—a dream
within a dream. Yes, Sir Paul and I went all Inception with the dream within a
dream.
The dream within a dream took place in Vietnam. Sir Paul and I flew in a
large helicopter in a convoy of choppers along with civilian reporters and some
US Marines. North Vietnamese Army Regulars managed to shoot down the
helicopters. As our chopper neared the ground, Sir Paul and I jumped out, hit
the ground hard, and rolled with the momentum. Sir Paul pulled out his pistol
and shot dead two NVA Regulars. I picked up an M-16 from a dead Marine and we
ran away from the crash site.
Sir Paul said that an airport was nearby, and that we should make for it if
we wanted to get out alive. We encountered more NVA Regulars, killed them, and
moved on as fast as we could. We also rescued other survivors from the other
crashed helicopters. The NVA Regulars pursued us all the way, and we engaged in
several gunfights with them.
When we reached the airport, we ran into soldiers from Australia. In case you
did not know this, the Australians sent troops to Vietnam during that war. At
first, the Aussies tried to shoot us thinking that we were the enemy. But, Sir
Paul yelled at them that we were friendlies in need of their help. They quickly
disarmed us and took us to their commander. The Aussies recognized Sir Paul and
apologized for shooting at us.
As we boarded the evacuation helicopter, Sir Paul looked back at the jungle
we escaped from and said, “Let it be.” The dream within a dream ended.
I woke up and looked at Sir Paul, “I had the strangest dream.”
"Me too," he replied. "We were in—"
"Vietnam!" I said.
"Yes," he said surprised, "our helicopter crashed…"
We discussed the dream.
As we walked to the dining room to eat dinner, I asked him about the picture.
“Was that really you with the pistol and your eyes closed?”
"Yes, it was…"
I woke up at that point. My dog Roxy wanted to go outside and she knew that
she could wake me up by shaking her collar so that her dog tags jingled. I went
outside and waited for her to do her business. I thought about the dream, and
felt sad that it was just a dream.
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