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Gunships

Dreamed 1982/4/24 by Wayan

I repel bullets from a helicopter gunship with willpower alone. Dream sketch by Wayan.


I'm trapped in MASH--the movie or TV show. Helicopter gunships strafe our camp--one heavily armored gunship and half a dozen smaller choppers around it. I'm caught out in open ground. I drop behind a low wall, in a ditch, but what good is that? Their flagship comes and hovers directly over me. I'm exposed, they can kill me instantly.

Some idiot on the camp loudspeakers endlessly chants a list of the frightful weapons on the armored choppers. I get tired of hearing it--we get the idea! Suddenly I push my anger outward, and though they fire at me, I'm NOT killed... seems like my willpower alone can shield me.

I fire back, and shoot down an escort chopper. Islamic warriors on jihad pour out! They have odd claw-knives, like rooster-spurs. They come after me in particular because I know some of their language and use my limited vocabulary to insult and challenge them to one-on-one duels... and it works.

I knife-fight one man and stab him. Another comes up, the others draw back in a circle. Duel. He has a whip and knife. Rather than flee, I let him whip me, grab the whip and jerk it free. I whip him, though I'm inexperienced with a whip, and he has an energy shield. He laughs at me and closes in fast, making the whip useless. I'd hoped to keep him distant with it. I step back, fear rising, then slash at him over and over with my claw-knife. Small cuts. Learn as I go. I know that with his shield I can't stab him vitally; but I can drain his energy. He acts as if the peripheral wounds are trivial, painless.

He cuts me in the shoulder, deep. My spirits sink. It's not just a slash--he implanted a tiny ball. A second later, it explodes. I'm sure my shoulder's ruined, and I'm doomed. Desperately I stab him as deep as I can, but I can't hang on to consciousness any longer... I faint.

And wake in a hospital bed! He was using the last bit of his strength to cheat, implanting that explosive ball... and it wasn't enough to stop me. I used MY last strength, and killed him.

The doctor says I shouldn't be crippled; my shoulder's healing well. I barely won our duel... but I survived.

NOTES IN THE MORNING

SEVEN YEARS LATER

Ball in my shoulder, surgery: long-term predictive. Seven years after the dream, a cyst grew in that same shoulder--a tight little ball that required the only surgery I've ever had (minor though it was).



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