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[fivelime]

Mom and Dad were leaving to prepare a shelter for the future months somewhere up near Chicago, but all that I had left to do was write a letter to Nevin, yes, Nevin, telling him to never speak to me again. Then I hugged my parents and got into my ship. As soon as I had, I found myself in space above Earth with an entire fleet of our race. We then started out on our journey. Here is where I get a little confused. I don't remember how it happens, but I find myself on the home planet of the race we're at war with. They look almost like humans, but they're rigid like some kind of insect with a hard exoskeleton, and all of their limbs and digits have horny scales on them. But they dress like us, and speak like us. I sneak into a building I assume is a school, and try to find a hiding place, but everywhere I go I hear voices fast approaching. (In a dream I had several months ago, something quite similar to this happens, only I'm still on Earth, and I'm actually on the last floor deep underground of the shelter holding the last of the human race, and I'm not caught, I just find a dead alien on an escalator.) Anyway, I turn a corner and see a set of escalators, (there are never any stairs in my dreams about the destruction of Earth.. I have no clue why,) and one of the alien race is coming up them. I run past her and run down the other side, only to find myself surrounded by dozens of them. One is an older man, my fathers age, and he has his young daughter with him. He grabs me and puts something around my throat. As I start to asphyxiate, I notice a pair of golden wings pinned to his jacket. Now, in my dream, every human on Earth who fights in this war has a pair of golden wings that we take with us everywhere we go. I think it's some kind of luck thing. But the fact that this alien had them had turned them into a kind of hunting trophy. I knew immediately that he'd killed more of us. With the last of the air that I had, I screamed and cried. He looked me in the face and angrily said he didn't know why he'd killed, but that he would kill me and any other human that he could. Then I died. The end.

Dramatic, isn't it. And very poorly put together. But I did just wake up, and it is a slightly insane dream.
I'm going to go have some breakfast. Peace.