It was late at night and all of us were standing on a street in a city…..streetlights and buildings. Our vehicle, some sort of truck or van....white and beat up, was parked about thirty yards away under a tree in the grass. It was as if there was a park bordering a city street. Lights were flashing and shining through the mist.
Things were moving in the night sky in a huge circle, like riders on an invisible fifty thousand mile high Ferris wheel. Something galactic was going on; they were moving as if in an orbit. The things that were moving were alive, or at least they were robots or spaceships. I didn’t know, but I knew it was bad. For some reason I focused on a group of smaller ones that were flying in a swarm like formation…..a cluster of fast moving lights. They seemed to be space bugs and they had little red lights that might have been eyes. Each time they reached the bottom of their circular travel, they were right overhead twenty feet above our heads. I timed them. It was my job to try to stop them.
I asked someone in my party, I don’t know who, for “the bomb” and someone handed me something. It was shaped like a pillow. It WAS a pillow, with a red digital display. I pushed some buttons and it said “18”………eighteen seconds. I tried to time it so I would toss it up in the air as the swarm came and blow them all to hell. They were almost there and I chucked the pillow as high as I could.
Before it exploded, several fighter jets flew through above the streets……blowing things up, shots and explosions everywhere. I saw my pillow hit the street about fifty yards away and blow up a garbage can that was lying sideways on the pavement. I hauled ass back to the vehicle and got in to drive. There were people all around on the ground firing laser beams; green and red. The green ones seemed to be more powerful. A nice looking brunette aimed her laser at me and hit me in the shoulder with a red beam; I slumped over the wheel and pretended to be dead….maybe I was dead…….it hurt like hell.
Next thing I knew, I was at the butcher shop with some guy. I seemed to know he was part of the group that fired on me……they were some sort of militant resistance group. Apparently the shot was only made to stun and they somehow figured out that I was one of the “good guys”. I didn’t know if I was a good guy or not. We bought some lunchmeat and bread, and then looked at the huge chucks of uncut beef for a while…..discussing barbeque.
