Me and some (unknown in real life
) mate went to a cottage
to spend a nice day over there and consume a joint
or two. We also intended to take some joints with us for selling when we were going to leave the cottage.
Everything went fine until our dog became interested in something and it run away. We ducked down because we weren't actually allowed to be here and the illicit drugs we had would make things even worse. However, we had to know what was going on and I saw our dog was running after two wolves. We were bit revealed but only for a while because soon there was spout of water sprinkling behind a juniper nearby. There had to be someone there and we run into the cottage in horror.
Our intention was to collect the drugs and leave but my friend found a controlling table full of different buttons and all. Then we found Stinger anti-aircraft missiles too. We watched out of the window and there were many US planes, very modern ones, flying towards Afghanistan. My mate pressed a button and we heard the rumble of an engine. We saw how an empty aircraft, looking like a spaceship (it was without the roof and there were seats for people but no one was in), climbed into the sky towards bigger aircraft. It was supposed to be attached into the big one but it fell short. Probably there wasn't enough gasoline or something.
By this time we knew we really had screwed up. But we concluded we might now try the Stinger too and so we waited for the takeoff of another aircraft. It wasn't a long waiting and the target was pretty easy. I shot the missile and it hit the target good. End of story for that bombing operation.
Next I was sitting in a train towards Afghanistan. I had won a ticket to anywhere in a world and I had chosen Afghanistan. The decision was made before there was any trouble by Yanks.
Coming closer to Afghani border the train slowed down. We saw many refugees out there fleeing the terror of outraged Afghani soldiers. They had invaded the country nearby retaliating the bombings of Kabul. These people were defenseless and the only ones the Afghanis were really able to get their hands in.
Soon we all knew that the train track was broken and the train had to stop. We had a good view out there and there was a christian church just outside. Afghanis were murdering people out there and then something miraculous happened. A statue of the Virgin Mary moved couple of hundred meters by itself. It wasn't walking or anything but it sort of levitated just above the ground. Everyone halted whatever they were doing. Even the Afghanis stopped with their killings. Then an invicible sword (yes, it was invicible but we just knew it was a sword) emerged and slashed the head of the statue off. The head dropped into its own hands.
Everyone was absolutely shocked but soon the Afghanis started again and the slaughter continued. One christian nun fell on her knees praying and her head was chopped of by Afghani sword, just like the Virgin Mary. All the Christians followed her example. Even I did, although I'm not a member of any religion. I didn't know what to say as I tried to pray but then the image of my dad appeared. He lectured me: "Now you see... You could have missed the journey and it wouldn't cost you anything. Now you're there and... You see, it's a critical time and you're praying too. Rely on God." I didn't know what to think but I knew the death was coming closer.