OOOkay, where to start with this one. For the record, I'm three months unemployed, stressed out and moody. And add to that it Winter, here in Australia so I tend to get more emotional. The smallest thing will have me tearing up. But I digress. This morning in the realm of REM sleep, I had a weird dream, that I can't make sense of. It did wake me up at a certain emotional climax so....there must have been something going on. It started with a sweeping overhead view of a battlefield. A village or town on the edge of a forest. Troops in camouflaged uniforms were using Flame Throwers and other small arms to clear the area of enemy combatants. As my view point moved from left to right, as though I was a drone watching overhead, friendly troops on the left just inside the treeline started taking enemy Artillery fire and many casualties resulted. Then I found myself on the ground amongst some buildings, I was wearing Blue/Grey chip pattern camouflage reminiscent of RAN/USN personnel, the men leading the assault, Dark Blue Class A uniforms with White peaked caps, not Australian, but more like Royal Marines. Their accent didn't give them away. Ordered to clear a building, I entered. Armed with a simple Flame Thrower that did not match anything in film, television or weapons catalogue. On entering I was faced with a dirty white walled room, perhaps ten metres long and half wide. There were smaller rooms on my right side and at the far end, accessible through simple doorways. In the room were a dozen, perhaps twenty elderly people in Hospital gowns. You know, the ones that tie up at the back. They were dirty and hadn't been changed for, apparently some time. The people were dirty and appeared to have bedsores, as though they had not been cared for in some time. They did speak to me, or at least two did. A tall gaunt man on my right and a disheveled woman just to my left. I don't recall what they were saying, was it a plea for help? I don't know. I do know I was filled with trepidation and.... not loathing, but dread. Dread of what they might do, to me or others. And dread at what I would have to do to stop them. But I didn't want to "torch" them with my flamethrower, that was too much. I reached vainly for a sidearm so that I could shoot them, even some grenades to clear the room with. That's a usual tactic in Urban warfare, throw a grenade into any room the enemy may be in, then you clear it with rifle and bayonet. But I had neither, only my flamethrower and I didn't want to do it. Not to the elderly. But some of them moved into the small room at the back. The old man lead people into the room on my right, the Lady to the left was imploring me to do something.... what, I have no idea. But in the dream, I knew something very bad was about to happen. Someone or something was in those rooms and was going to suffer. To die a horrible death unless I stopped it. But I hesitated, I couldn't burn these people alive. I called for help, for another weapon. None came. So I did raise my weapon, my Flame thrower, to stop them But after the first short blast of flame, the damn thing died out. Was it empty, did it jam? Then the Lady approached me, I was going to die like the people in the little rooms. And then I woke up. Well shit. How's that for a wake up. I've had nightmares and other disturbing dreams that I have woke from when my life was in danger. Just not like this. I was filled with so much dread at what was going to happen, what I had to, but couldn't do. And who were these people? They weren't Zombies or Walkers, per se. But the sequence of events in that room, their appearance, my fear of what they were capable of? The other problem I had was working out what happened to prompt this? I hadn't watched Walking Dead or any Zombie genre flick on TV, I hadn't even been watching a war movie. So where the Hell had this come from? And fuck me for wondering, what was it all about?