In the dream you were a soldier. You had been fighting so long, protecting the world. There was one last thing you were going to do. This was going to take out an entrance that the bad guys used, and in the process you were going to die. You said your goodbyes with no hesitation, and I sat there hiding behind writing words on a page. And then suddenly I couldn't do it anymore, and I ran down the stairs. I knew there were only moments left. The gas was on and the fire was lit, the whole place would explode momentarily. You were sitting with your back to me, still dressed in armor. You stood up and turned around, "I understand, why you're doing this. I know you're tired, and you've been fighting a long time. But you don't have to die right now." "Please!" My arms were around you at this point, and you leaned in and kissed me, tears started to flow.
I woke up.
I tried to go back to the dream, but it was over. There was so much in this dream that felt like it was more than what it appeared to be.
Please don't stop fighting. I know it's so hard, and the war is never done. But together we are strong, together the enemy can be defeated.
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