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I dreamt that I was a war veteran and flight instructor at a remote airbase in the distant future. I was showing the recruits how to fly the "Hydra" fighter jet, soaring over a semi-futuristic cityscape and the surrounding area (a rocky desert, like the Grand Canyon in North America, with the city nestled against several cliffs). We were engaging real enemies because our militaristic society was in a constant state of war. I wasn't alone; I was with an old comrade who had stayed at the base. His fighter was also old, but it flew faster than mine and had different capabilities. When I returned and finished the lecture, a general gave an inspiring speech, blessing the cadets for a future full of achievements. Then, each of them boarded their planes, as did my comrade and I, and a giant squadron took to the air, heading out to find and destroy the enemy in the same sector. The young pilots' planes immediately surged ahead, and I remarked to my comrade about how advanced modern technology had become. He cautioned me, saying that everything has its time, and now it was the time for these young pilots, even though we both knew that even with their faster machines, these recruits were no match for us, the veterans, and they would have to fight a lot before they could surpass us, even if it was inevitable. Then, I detached from the main group of fighters, completed some mission or searched for something, and flew towards the rendezvous point. My instruments showed that my comrade had landed, and I warned him that I was detecting enemy signatures in the area and that they had spotted him. He replied, "I'll move in a zigzag pattern, and the enemies won't even hit me." At that moment, I realized a profound moral: "War is a completely meaningless phenomenon, unworthy of the human race. Seeing my veteran comrade casually and boredly evade the fire of the inept shooters was enough to evoke a sense of universal melancholy." Because I had a modern fighter, despite its jet engine and inability to take off vertically, it could still fly quite low and slow. So, I provided cover for my comrade, but I was bored, yawning, sighing, and simply occasionally suppressing the approaching enemy squads with the onboard machine gun, because this was quite ordinary for me, a veteran who had fought for many years. I wouldn't even call it an "operation." Apparently, the war had been going on for a very long time and had created a corresponding mentality among the people in my SETTING, making it commonplace and mundane. My veteran comrade entered the city limits, into the industrial zone, reuniting with a squad of failed infantry along the way and leading them to the evacuation zone. Then, some strange monsters, like Zerglings, started chasing them, but there were few of them. As far as I understood, these were some local species, bred to guard facilities or hunt civilians in the semi-ruined cities. There were also a few combat or guard robots. As I watched the monsters die under the fire of the rifles and the poorly designed and programmed robots stumble around aimlessly, I realized a second truth: "A soldier is trained to fight the enemy, but if the situation is unclear, he is no better than this droid, stumbling around like a blind kitten, and he is no longer capable of anything else. This is absurd and completely unworthy of the human race. Where has the human with his mind gone? His place has been taken by programmed combat units, children of war who have never even seen peace." I could reason like this because I was a veteran, already gray-haired, and had witnessed the turning point of human civilization and lived enough in both worlds.
The dream ended here. Who knows, maybe God revealed fundamental truths about human nature to me in my dream? But, of course, it seems rather banal and is just hippie anti-war propaganda – calmly fight, boldly explain things from the cockpit, youth, energy, hardcore!
Mona
