Post #3789093

2026-07-13 16:40 UTC

I accidentally fell back asleep this morning, but had a short yet horrifying nightmare. I was going to my first furcon with my younger sibling, and I was pretty nervous and excited. I was walking around, looking at all the fursuiters with excitement. And then these futuristic flying machines came out of nowhere and started bombing us. They had a massive Israeli flag on each of them. The first blast that hit injured my sibling beside me, so I had to pick them up and run with them in my arms. I had to keep dodging bombs falling, and I'm not sure what happened to the others in the building. The building was going to collapse so I had to run outside, attempting to dodge collapsing buildings and bombs. I ran in a direction for a while in the dust and smoke until I came across a building that was largly undamaged. Walking inside I came found a few survivors from the furcon, and there was a line for water. I joined the line to allow my sibling to drink it. There wasn't any water left, so everyone had to drink sodas. I put my sibling on the ground, leaning against a wall so I may do the same. A man suddenly walks into the building to announce the arrival of some officer, and I instinctively stand. A man wearing the swastika on his arm walked in, and I was horrified. I looked down for my sibling, but they weren't there. The man who announced the arrival then gave me an American flag to put in my pocket, for "safety".

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@just_cj@woof.tech 2026-07-13 17:01

There was a man outside the building who began to sing something in a language I couldn't understand, and he was shot. (After waking up, I realised it was Bella Ciao.) The officer then told everyone to leave the buliding immediately, because it was not open for the public. Everyone began to leave, and I couldn't find my sibling. I was forced to leave as well, without them. There was a forest near the bombed buildings that was untouched by the war, so I walked there. Something began to weigh me down, so I threw the American flag in my pocket into the mud and watched it sink. I felt a lot lighter. I kept walking, ducking and hiding under trees every time those futuristic machines flew by. I walked until I began hearing voices ahead of me. I wasn't sure if I was hallucinating, or if they were real, but whatever it was I kept walking towards them. I came across a small house that was beside a dirt road. There were three or four men, reading books and chatting while resting in hammocks. I stumbled towards them, and two noticed me and immediately got up to help me. One took off my wolf head that I was apparently wearing all this time, and asked me what happened. I told the man, and the other said "You're bleeding a lot, son." I looked at him to see that he was my grandfather, a very young version of him. I knew at this moment I was in 1960s Caribbean.

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