Horrendous massacre.
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It is daytime and I find myself in a place which I feel like is somewhere in the east of Africa, the name Somalia is vaguely suggested to me or planted in my thoughts. I am stood out in a clearing near to a wide dusty road there is lush vegetation and trees about me and the earth and soil of the road is moist and muddy.I have the vague thought that this doesn’t seem like Africa as I would have thought that it would be more dry and arid than what I am seeing before me. I am aware that this place or country where I am is going through a terrible civil war or some kind of troubled times.
Just in front of me I see a large group of towns folk all huddled together tightly, there must be a few hundred of them all tightly crammed clinging on to one another. It appears to me that they think they will find safety in numbers so they all cling together in the form of a tall mountain of bodies.
There is a small contingent of white European journalists (I sense that the majority of them are Dutch) here reporting on the country’s upheavals and problems. There appears to be a small faction of the country that is extremely violent and fanatical and terrorises all of the other people.
Suddenly and as if from out of nowhere the group of villagers and reporters is surrounded by the splinter group of terrorising and terrifying militia. (I am slightly removed from the drama and am more of an observer although what I see affects me greatly emotion wise).
The whole scene seems to spiral into a most miserable and sickening display of gratuitous violence and other horrific acts of cruelty and bloodshed. The journalists panic and try to escape but they have nowhere to run, the town’s folk simply huddle even tighter in their large mound of bodies.
The fanatical faction mows down the journalists and their families with a spray of bullets, I watch with horror as the people scream out and fall to the ground. The people don’t die straight away from their gun wounds. I reflect and think that I always thought that people would normally die instantly from such terrible injuries, but maybe I was wrong?
The large group of town’s folk are then set upon by the vicious fanatics, they spare no mercy and I am forced to watch the absolutely horrific scene unfold before me. The poor towns people are treated brutally by their sadistic countrymen. I watch in horror as men, women and children are mutilated and hacked to pieces with machetes.
I absolutely don’t want to be here witnessing these atrocities and want to draw myself away from the hellish scene, I seem to be being forced to endure the horror though, and am not permitted to leave or stop what I am witnessing.
I watch as some of the towns people try to escape by running off into a small wooded jungle like area. The militia catches them easily and butchers them without and pity. I watch on helplessly and in despair as a woman is raped and her children are killed, whilst her husband has his arms brutally sliced off.
I can feel my thoughts beginning to race frantically about my spinning head and I desperately want to get out of this nightmare as quickly as possible.
As the massacre comes to its grisly end the militia gathers up all of the mutilated bodies of the still barely living town’s people and impales or crucifies the bodies upon a series of triangular spiked poles embedded in the floor of the forest. I get the impression that this display is meant to serve as a gruesome totem or warning to survivors or their enemies.
As I watch the guerrillas venture off deeper into the jungle I am left standing there alone in the eerie silence completely petrified at the sight of the aftermath. One of the triangular poled structures gives way under the weight of one of the barely alive victims, the poor soul crashes to the floor in agonising pain with parts of the wooden spikes having dug into and penetrated his body.
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I can’t think why I have had such a petrifying and horrible dream, as my state of mind has been extremely upbeat and positive lately and all of my other dreams from this night were very positive too? I vaguely recall seeing something about problems in Africa in the news recently but didn’t take note of what it was about, perhaps the inner or subconscious me was paying more attention than I actually realised?