Oddness: A Tribute To an Unknown Soldier
I want to tribute this to someone who, for some strange reason, I've suddenly come to worry about.
It's 2:18 a.m. as I begin to write this, and I don't even know who I'd address the letter to. All I know is that it would go to Israel. You see, I once had a friend online that I was very close to. I met her in a paintshop on a chat program called Virtual Places, her name... 3ssence. The last time I talked to her, she was leaving to become a pilot in Israel's armed forces. I write this now, as I've suddenly awoken from a dream that involved her... a girl never forgotten, though I hadn't thought of for quite some time. I never knew her name, she is the unknown soldier to me.
I remember the dream vividly, and I probably will for quite some time. I rememeber standing in line, and for some reason, it was terribly hot. That reason was because we were standing on a road lined with two large pipes, one on either side. We were hearded into a long line, watched by soldiers speaking a tongue I couldn't understand, though with the voice I heard once, I heard her tell me it would be ok. That's when I noticed fire dancing along those pipes, occasionally gushing out of the holes that had been made as they'd been peppered with weapons fire recently. The line had stopped, the soldiers fighting the fire with fire extinguishers. 3ssence and I pressed on ahead, leaving the line behind, only for us to be stopped.
When we were stopped, we were injected with a sedative. The soldiers suddenly became understandable. They said they wanted us to be calm, in case we became martyrs. That's when I realized that I was quite possibly fleeing the Gaza Strip. We ran, as best we could, back into the heart of God knows just what city it was, and she said to stop, and let her lead; so I did, we were going to her apartment, afterall.
When the door opened, mid-blink, I saw the white cinder blocks that make up my dorm room wall. Yes, I was awake, and here I have now typed this up, 13 minutes later. I think I'm going to lie here and ponder the meaning... for some strange reason, I feel scared, as I now long to talk to her, like I did 9 years ago.
It's 2:18 a.m. as I begin to write this, and I don't even know who I'd address the letter to. All I know is that it would go to Israel. You see, I once had a friend online that I was very close to. I met her in a paintshop on a chat program called Virtual Places, her name... 3ssence. The last time I talked to her, she was leaving to become a pilot in Israel's armed forces. I write this now, as I've suddenly awoken from a dream that involved her... a girl never forgotten, though I hadn't thought of for quite some time. I never knew her name, she is the unknown soldier to me.
I remember the dream vividly, and I probably will for quite some time. I rememeber standing in line, and for some reason, it was terribly hot. That reason was because we were standing on a road lined with two large pipes, one on either side. We were hearded into a long line, watched by soldiers speaking a tongue I couldn't understand, though with the voice I heard once, I heard her tell me it would be ok. That's when I noticed fire dancing along those pipes, occasionally gushing out of the holes that had been made as they'd been peppered with weapons fire recently. The line had stopped, the soldiers fighting the fire with fire extinguishers. 3ssence and I pressed on ahead, leaving the line behind, only for us to be stopped.
When we were stopped, we were injected with a sedative. The soldiers suddenly became understandable. They said they wanted us to be calm, in case we became martyrs. That's when I realized that I was quite possibly fleeing the Gaza Strip. We ran, as best we could, back into the heart of God knows just what city it was, and she said to stop, and let her lead; so I did, we were going to her apartment, afterall.
When the door opened, mid-blink, I saw the white cinder blocks that make up my dorm room wall. Yes, I was awake, and here I have now typed this up, 13 minutes later. I think I'm going to lie here and ponder the meaning... for some strange reason, I feel scared, as I now long to talk to her, like I did 9 years ago.