iraq. somehow i was sent to this queer place that was in chaos, probably in the middle east. i was sent there as some sort of special ops miltary representative. but i was to be detained in a room for quarantine or something. i didn't want to stay there much, so i tried to escape. some nurse guy came into my room, of which i punched him unconscious. then i took the lift and escaped from the building. it was almost like a hotel. after i took the lift down to ground floor, it was almost as if that place had a lobby that resembled that of a hotel.
i ran out of the place and tried to steal a car to drive away in. somehow i crashed nearby and had to continue on foot. strangely, my parents were involved. they were told by the hotel representatives that their son - me - had caused massive damages to their property and they would therefore have to compensate the hotel management with a huge sum of money. =_= sounds ridiculous... but i also had no idea how i was present hearing this in person.
then i was arrested to be detained at another location. it was supposedly an airport. this time round though, i wasn't alone. there were other military personnel in similar predicament. we were cramped into a room, in which we discussed how we could get out of the place. when the supposed authorities opened the door of our room, we fought our way out. some of the detainees said to the rest of us that, some of us have to sacrifice and that the rest would have to get out. the fella was caught and electrocuted by a stun baton held by the guards. his face practically turned blue with the electricity flowing through him.
the rest of us hurriedly ran out. i headed for a staircase and ran as fast as i could. i think i ran down at least 4 floors, hoping that nobody came after me. i also knew that there was going to be a lot of security cameras all over the place, but i didn't care. i simply had to get out of there. i reached the ground floor, and saw a carpark of sorts. all this while i had on my back a tee that spelt out that i was a quarantine detainee. or something to that effect. i continued running. i had the thought of removing my top and acted as if i were getting a workout by jogging, but i didn't really do it somehow.
i ran out of the location, past unmanned barriers of the carpark, and on to a long stretch of road outside the building. as i ran, i got caught up by the guards. they cornered me to the roadside, and stunned me with a baton until my face turned blue. seriously... >_>
but the stranger thing happened.
the scenario was rewinded.
i was at the carpark running again. i had yet to run past the barricades. this time, however, i instinctively knew i would be caught if i ran out just like that because i wasn't fast enough on foot. i had to find somebody in the carpark who was leaving to hitch a ride with. i spotted this short-haired lady leaving in her minivan. the type that looks like tha Kangoo. i pleaded with her, and she let me in. i hopped in to her minivan and she drove off. i'd originally requested her to drop me off at a crowded place. but she confessed to me she was actually one of the guards. i was devastated. i cried (in my dream only) and requested that she drop me off somewhere nearer, hoping that she would take pity on me. she agreed, and did a u-turn. apparently the road leading out from the carpark headed towards the left. now she's heading towards the other direction. i somehow understood that this direction was less likely to be searched by the other guards and felt glad she was helping a little at least.
that was all. there isn't anymore.
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