Dreams are weird. And also are unpredictable. One night you might be dreaming about a tea party with a stuffed teddy bear and after the next one the only thing you can remember is the adrenaline of being chased. I believe that everyone has their own collection of dreams they don't want to forget, even if there's only a single dream in their collection.

Personally, I have seen lots of weird dreams. Starting from the one with a stickman that hypnotised kids on the street and ending (currently) on the one where I was gassed (and almost burnt) to death by a security system while working on the samples of crystalls from the Moon.
For this journal I decided to choose a dream I thought I had forgotten almost completely. That was until I found a document where details of this dream were detailed. Personally, it's a kind of dream you would like to forget. I think you'll understand once you'll read. Let's start.

For some reason, I'm a member of a UN SpecOps team. The earliest moment of the dream I can remember is our team boarding a helicopter. Then we fly over green hills (probably, jungles) and see a red antenna on the horizon. Our stop was at some kind of plain, before a large hill. The antenna was at the top, at the bottom a small grey building could be seen and to the left was an industrial polygon with a high (probably, 7 to 10 floors) industrial building.

As our helicopter approached the plain, insurgents/terrorists began to rush out of the building. They wore rags, although I would say their attire was similar to that of the Pirate terrorist faction from CS:GO. They were demolished by rockets that were shot from our helicopter.

Then, the helicopter turned to the left. I saw a large rive, on the other bank was a city. City that was burning in flames and being carpet bombed. Our helicopter flew in the direction of that city for some time, until I realized that we had to finish the remaining insurgents on that bank and I was the pilot now.

The next part of the dream... Disturbs me. I went to some other hils and immedeately started to fire upon seeing the insurgents. This time, however, they wore... Pikachy costumes. And some other costumes of animals, like rabbits, etc. You're seeing where this story is going, right? In the document I even recorded my thoughts at the moment I had described just now.
«Bastards... Savages. Wearing animal skins. Well, it seems like Geneva conventions are no more. Don't expect mercy.»
I started to fire machineguns, and the insurgents immedeately tried to run away or hide. But I wasn't going to stop. At the time, my thought were no more organized, only certain phrases popped into my mind and I seemed to understand missing context just by using them. «Savages», «animal skins», «Geneva conventions», «no mercy for them» — these were the ingredients for the thought soup I had in my head at the time. Another disturbing moment is that I felt no guilt for killing those people.

The dream ended when I landed the helicopter onto a plain and took an "important object" off the body of recently killed insurgent leader. At least, this is the final memory that is in the document.

To say that I'm disturbed by such a dream is to say nothing. Usually, I'm a very peaceful person and I don't even think about killing anyone. However, our dreams don't care what our mind wants. Our dreams listen to the animalistic subconscious all of us have. It is scary to think that on the inside I might be this relentless zealot that I've seen in this dream.

I'm glad that this dream occured to me a bit more than a year ago, on 3th of December 2016. However, I remember this horrifying experience to this day. All thanks to that little document.