Story: Bro, it wasn’t a dream.
This is day as all other, a lot of tension, and struggle, the war has already broke,
My family is inside a yet another bunker - just like me, trapped inside of this iron cabinet protected from the deadly explosions from antarctica, it's been like this for over six years, constant wars over this region to capture it as theirs already started when it was found out the ice was actually hiding one of the biggest treasures of humanity, a farmland full of precious pure uranium, it glowed beneath the ice staying as their makers passed away and was remembered as the first civilization of the entire planet. No one expected the Mayans to conquer Antarctica before the British, but it did, somehow, these rocks are labelled Mayan, it has Mayan fingerprints, Mayan artworks and many other signs as well, i think they thought these were powering the fireflies - but little did they know, it was to power the end of the human race.
This unknown treasure was a huge deal, countries no longer kept democracies, everyone was in a hurry to obtain a part that they can call theirs, or they would become economically buried under the all-time wealthiest countries. Even peace treaties got signed, but no one cared about them. Legal traps put cuffs on smaller countries - making them slaves of the rich, pirates started their shipment.
The icing cold didn’t matter, because this coldness would end once the explosions started. Countries like China, far off to the land of ice, struggled a lot, but with its powers, managed to start an alliance with North Korea and Russia for a fair game of the ultimate war. The communists stood up yet again.
I think it's about eleven. I want to sleep now - but it's so sweating hot and loud. Inside this small bunker, there are fifty men and forty-three women, and the food we brought, nothing other than that.
As I approached my bed, ready to get into sleep and like I always did, have a nice lucid dream. I laid down in the bed, tested each of my senses, starting with the touch to the hearing, it is a bit scary to do so in the bunker, but I’ve been doing this for almost five years. The first year inside here was terrible and filled with sleepless nights, it soon got to be okay, I managed to adjust with this nature. I laid down straight, and closed my eyes, quickly entering a dream.
The dream started when I was walking out of the bunker, seeing a massive missile explosion, somehow, the missile’s tip came off of it and directly into my hands, surprisingly, the tip of the missile was filled with coffee. Yes, I was hungry for caffeine I think, I drank it, nothing happened, and my clock rang.
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I looked at the clock, it was three in the early morning, realizing it was a dream and thought that this will higher my chance to get on a lucid dream, after making sure I have written down the dream, i laid down again in my most comfort, ignoring the sounds of firing guns, I slowly fell asleep.
When I woke up, I prepared to do a reality test. We lucid dreamers often do this to check if it is a dream. I placed my hands in front of my face, and counted the fingers, “Whoa, it’s six!” I was mind-blown to realize that I am having a lucid dream, I put my glasses on from the nearby table and hurried to go out of the bunker, it was a morning, I looked my hands again and counted my fingers, it was five, the normal, I didn’t wait though, I rushed out to see the war, and saw nothing but peace, “Well this is a really nice dream”.
I ran as fast as I could through the streets, and at its end, was a port, the port that could help me get to Antarctica! I ran inside, ignoring the armed Soldiers; They opened fire, but the bullets just passed by - like I was glitching in a video game.
I ran into the ship, I looked inside, I saw its captain, I said, “oh, hello there” the captain stood up and took his gun, he pointed the gun to shoot me in my head, I just simply pushed him to the open ocean. He is dead now, I believe. I somehow hijacked the ship! Whoa, that’s sick.
I got out of the cabin, there were only containers, the guards welcomed me in as they mistook me as their captain, I think they were afraid of me. I saw a bed, a nice fluffy bed down in the middle of a heated room with some darkened rainy weather outside, I slept there so that I can finally exit this dream world.
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And soon I woke up, to my surprise, I spawned right back in the same exact lucid dream, I shouted, “Wait how the hell I'm in a ship again, isn't this morning yet?” - I was really afraid that I could never escape this dream. There was a servant just near me, she said, “this isn’t a dream sir, we all need to go back home... and it's been hours since the ship is heading straight into the ocean without a captain.”.
When I opened the door to the cabin of the captain, there were a lot of people, in tension and a vibrating voice. “Captain, we must take the ship to an island, as fast as we can. Or we will run out of fuel in this open ocean”, I said, confused but confidently, “okay, show me the map”, “there’s no map sir, the map was with our captain that you killed. And the radar is powered off to conserve fuel. "
I asked myself, how could any dream ever be so detailed? Or am I really - not dreaming?
Questions attacked my mind which was already confused. I was sure they would kill me when I say I don't know to steer a ship, even though i know this is a dream, I don't really want to risk my life.
I looked at the dark ocean down below, its endless seas all around. I looked at the cabin through a little window... isn't that a map? I hurried in, shook it gently to remove the dust, and that was a deal receipt for the containers on the ship. But something caught my eye...
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The ship was carrying containers, and most of them were drums filled with heavy fuel oil. These were to be shipped to the Port of Houston, where there are dealerships for smaller containers of HFO for the smaller boats who need these for emergency situations.
"We've struck gold, people!" I exclaimed. "The boxes are brimming with fuel! Let's load it into the tanks and bring this vessel back to life!".
The newborn captain in me was slowly replacing the introverted mind of mine. The ship was ready, I was the new captain and now, I would need to guide it all towards the warzone. Never thought the silly penguins that they would have to deal with these monkeys of destruction one day.
As the sun soared high up above the ship, the crew headed to the mess. I and some other assistants had a separate crew dining room below the fourth deck. There, we all had Akara, a glass of Caipirinha and barbecued meat - typical Brazilian food. The sight of the meat took me back to the bunker, where hens were confined and neutralized. We lived alongside them, sharing the same fate - uncertain of when we might be next. We were absolute slaves to destiny, mere prey to the pinnacle of human greed.
The ship continued its long journey, the assistants did the painful task of finding the directions. I was like an extremely indolent noble, thriving off passive income.
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Days and nights passed, the voyage turned colder and colder every wave we broke through. Soon, the ship hit land, an iceberg - to be exact. It was cold, getting colder as I descended the rope ladder. I looked like a nineteenth century British man - an unbrushed beard, a black wool ditto with long trousers and a flat cap. Behind me was an entire army of people, equipped and ready, but i was relieved, as a captain of a ship probably doesn't have to command an army!
The fuel was not enough to cover a yard. No one had any thoughts on going back, literally: they are here to stay.
I felt proud, but at the same time, confused. What should I even do now? Just, relax? or go with them to find out what was going on in the midst of the coldest and unhabitable of regions? Any idea, nor do I. foreshadowing: My frozen mind took apparently the worst decision possible, go with them. This is, I believe, why they say, "don't listen to your mind when you're cold".
With shivering hands, I asked a man who was holding a bag, "C- Can I get a jacket?". The winter jackets that I wore wasn't enough for Antarctica, I needed something more powerful enough to withstand the heat.
He replied, "Oh sir, I got nothing left! But I think I might have an idea". The idea was to "find a dead seal, not the US one, the animal, the cute one.". "And?" "And we kill it, get its skin and make a coat with it.".
Why on this forsaken planet are humans so unbearably cruel?
I wish I never said this, but this feels comfy and much warmer. Maybe, that's what its intended for - The dead seal would just be eaten by seagulls, as it won't decompose and make plants in this ice desert.
My tongue doesn't feel very good after trying how ice tastes like. The hot coffee crystallized on my beard, plucking it out shaved a tiny part of my chin.
To be continued