a dream

maybe i've been playing too many computer games, but i wanted to share a dream i had because it was so vivid and felt so real, which they usually do. i will read this later and realize how stupid it is but what the crap.

it was late at night. i was standing on the hill in my grandma's backyard in san diego. but rather than seeing some of carlsbad and the ocean, i was looking down on greater los angeles. i was accompanied by some members of my family and their friends, none of whom i knew. the sky was completely dark, no stars and no moon. nothing but the twinkling orange and yellow lights of the city. i was distracted from the low mumble of conversation behind me by a quiet buzz coming from the city. it's volume grew and it's pitch rose gradually, when i realized it was an air raid siren. another sounded and few miles south, followed by another just blocks away. an inexplicable fear came over me.
seconds later, the sky turned orange with anti-aircraft artillary, spraying upwards from several different locations. they were weaving back and forth, almost beautifully, as if someone had lost control of a fire hose, spewing sparks this way and that. our eyes followed the yellow streaks into the air. then, screaming from all sides came a massive onslaught of american military aircraft of all shapes and sizes careening over and under and around each other. they dropped bomb after bomb after bomb with amazing precision. giant clouds of fire and smoke rose from the city floor, enveloping the surrounding sky scrapers. on the roads in view just below we saw marines scattering into and out of buildings.
with no explanation i was enlightened.
terrorists had rapidly developed a vast tunnel network beneath the buildings, streching from one end of the horizon to the other, with concealed entrances peeking through the earths crust every so often. the government, finally reacting, had been aware all along. after the bunker busting weapons had pierced their targets, the planes vanished, as quickly as they had appeared, and the fires slowly subsided. the sound of air raid sirens was replaced by car alarms, and sceams of panic. i could hear children crying.
i lay in bed that night, in the guest room lit by the glow of the city. i was kept awake by the whistles of military police taking prisoners, and the distant roar of military tractors demolishing buildings. the noise faded and i slept.
i awoke the next morning to see that the land scape that had once been los angeles was gone completely. in it's place were green rolling hills, patched with plump avocado trees, glowing in the warm sun. the ocean was bright blue, and the birds flew high in the air.
just then, ryan wormsbecker came from behind and offered to light my cigarette, but when he lit it, it turned into a laffy taffy. though it was charred on one end, i still ate it, and we stared peacefully off into the distance.

i guess that was lame but for some reason i had to do it.