I drempt I was in the middle of a field, staring blankly ahead. There's nothing, all around me, the only thing I see is the destroyed residue of a building. I was stumbling over, trying to get to that building, it took me a while before I realized I was holding onto my chest. I looked down to see my arm holding my guts in. There's specks of shiny things in me. I started plucking them out as I moved forward, bits of things I had to look at to identify, a bit of a broken rib, shrapnel, barbed wire, what looked like a quarter of an emblem, all things I was plucking out of my chest. I stumble all of a sudden, I've fallen into a hole the ground, the wide around like that of a car. There's other people, in the hole. Some are groaning out, others are silent. They're all heavily injured. One of the quiet ones is staring blankly, holding a stump where his arm should be. Another one's missing half his face. Another's lost a leg, I could see the hip of one, one of them was headless, one had a knife stabbed through his eye, etc. It's not until I get my bearings to see that they all have my face. Mangled, but still mine. Finally, I look back up, looking for a ladder. I dont see one. I see others, faces hidden behind masks, with shovels. They're shoveling in dirt. I cant move. I'm suddenly aware of the fact I cant move. I'm laying there, ontop a pile of mes. The dirt hits my face.
I awake in a cold sweat the next morning, shivering, but I push it aside and eat my pops and go to school.
Gotta pass them maths, man.
