My Life as A Reconstruction

Dreamed some really strange dreams where I was with my folks and we lived somewhere like M. Night Shyamalan's, "Village" and it was odd that this same kid who was selling magazines to support his trip overseas kept showing up at different times in our life and some people liked him, other's disliked him, and some were downright suspicious of him.

We were attacked from the air in a military-style bombardment and I got shot in the leg twice (that sucked) but I did take out my attacker with a 50mm AAA rifle which was way too heavy to properly hold and aim without its mount, so I felt like just a bit of a hero and there was a hot chick there who was all over me because of it.

Then we were in Sweden or some Nordic country hiding in the hills from more attacks and that's where everything got even more weird. The hot chick seemed to be from the future, and the kid was somehow our guide. Talking amongst ourselves we wondered if maybe the thing we all had in common was we were dead?

It started adding up and as comprehension bloomed, the future lady led us to an apartment building with a dizzying array of doors, opened the one labeled, "1989" and told us to go in as she shut the door behind us and left. It was an old school house like from, "The Waltons" or something and I was struggling with where I was in my own life in 1989 assuming that's the year I'd died and trying to piece together everything that had happened in the intervening years (much like the Tim Robbins movie, "Jacob's Ladder"). There were groups of memorabilia on the schoolhouse floor and everyone was milling around reading it. They were scattered pieces of our life grouped together so they would know who we were, what we looked like, and who we were supposed to be with to make the simulation more realistic.

I finally found my pile and noticed it was more sparse than most - no school pictures, etc. like I'd seen in the other piles. But I did find my old CSC badge. Next to it was Dorian's CSC badge? That's how they knew she was supposed to be with me, but I didn't remember her being employed by CSC. Is that how I originally met her? Was my entire relationship with her a flawed memory? She was there as well, smiling at me and I wondered if she was also dead, or just me. I never got any answers.