Man I had a crazy dream last night. I and a bunch of other people were at a friend's brother's house, though it was out in the country and in a more secluded and heavily wooded area. It was night and the property was attacked by some sort of military contractors. They showed up on trucks, but there was one truck that had this weird mounted gun called a "Vortex Rifle". It was longer than a 20mm Solothurn and I believe it shot a super concentrated column of wind.
They started suppressing everyone and anyone standing in front of this thing for more than three second were getting body parts ripped off. At one point a burst was fired in our general direction. It was like warm blast of wind so strong it blew us from our feet and was nearly sweeping us away despite being us being over a mile away. I can't really describe the sound this thing made. It honestly felt like I was running from a really hungry big cat.
We finally left the property and were going south on some sort of highway while the PMC's chased. We weren't really defenseless as were firing back with AR's, but then the truck with that Vortex gun caught up. I remember (I can still feel it as I type) my stomach lurching anticipating that feeling of a warm torrent of wind to start ripping us apart. However somehow that truck exploded (it hit a mine, or someone threw a grenade, I don't know), and I remember feeling such relief I was almost ecstatic. I don't really remember how the dream ends after that.
The thing that stood out to me the most was how mortally afraid I was of that gun. I just remember thinking how much I just wanted to be far away from that thing. I'd imagine anyone who has been on the receiving of an A-10 probably felt the same way.
Ugh, sometimes I hate having emergent, vivid, and semi lucid dreams.
They started suppressing everyone and anyone standing in front of this thing for more than three second were getting body parts ripped off. At one point a burst was fired in our general direction. It was like warm blast of wind so strong it blew us from our feet and was nearly sweeping us away despite being us being over a mile away. I can't really describe the sound this thing made. It honestly felt like I was running from a really hungry big cat.
We finally left the property and were going south on some sort of highway while the PMC's chased. We weren't really defenseless as were firing back with AR's, but then the truck with that Vortex gun caught up. I remember (I can still feel it as I type) my stomach lurching anticipating that feeling of a warm torrent of wind to start ripping us apart. However somehow that truck exploded (it hit a mine, or someone threw a grenade, I don't know), and I remember feeling such relief I was almost ecstatic. I don't really remember how the dream ends after that.
The thing that stood out to me the most was how mortally afraid I was of that gun. I just remember thinking how much I just wanted to be far away from that thing. I'd imagine anyone who has been on the receiving of an A-10 probably felt the same way.
Ugh, sometimes I hate having emergent, vivid, and semi lucid dreams.