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Here is a dream I had about 2 years ago, I decided to write a story about it.
"I lay on my stomach, covered in the mud. I cannot remember a time when my feet used to be dry and clean socks were on my feet. The overhead skies are gray, they are unchanging. Artillery shells pass overhead, it does not matter which side they come from. I don’t know my home, I don’t know my language. I do not know my face. The trench that encompasses me is my home, it is all I know. The sun begins to set and the night lights up at the sight of war.
Then all is quiet for a short while, but it does not last. The quietness is disrupted by the sound of the whistle. I climb over the trench with my rifle and I run. I run, but to no place, only to face my enemy. I see no others except me, I am alone as I fly. As I run, I feel the passage of something foreign through my stomach. It passes through me and maims me. I now fall face first into a pit of mud to descend into darkness forever. I am nothing now; I am a mud covered corpse that will stay as I lay."0