Polar Soldiers

 

Dreamed on 2/10/2017 but dreamed once or twice in the last several weeks.  Each of the new dreams had more information. The first dream was just of me writing about a dream, and I then I saw the special ops soldiers attacking a group of German speaking patrols wearing Star Trek like uniforms. I think the insignias on the Star Trek like uniforms were jagged twin lightning bolts rather than stylized upside down v’s. The Polar Soldiers were riding an antigravity platform down a mountain side. They were carrying rifles that looked like drum machine guns.  

Polar Soldiers Dream

The dream started with me writing about the dream on my computer. Ken called to see if I had any more written on the dream.

Brent drove over to my house on Red Cedar River (a house where I grew up in Chetek, Wisconsin.) to see if I was around.  I told him about the dream and that Ken had just called to ask about it.

Brent drove me to a new house where I moved in.  I walked into a bedroom filled with boxes and items – so much so that I could barely see the bed.  There was a door at the back of the room.  I walked to the door and opened it.  Stepping inside, I found a hallway that was made of unfinished 2 x 4’s and had plastic sheeting stapled across for walls.  There were two windows on either end of the hallway.  Dim light entered into the hallway through those windows which were also covered with plastic sheeting.

Brushing away cobwebs, I walked to the end of the hallway, which was relatively empty, except for a few boxes, and opened a door into a garage piled with furniture and boxes. One small wooden table had a computer on top of it. After walking up to the computer, I turned it on and fished in my pocket for a USB thumb drive. After the computer screen had lighted up, I put in the thumb drive, and downloaded notes for a story I was writing concerning a reoccurring dream.  Quickly I read my notes, double-checked that they were on my thumb-drive, and removed it, then shut it off and unplugged the computer.

Going back through the empty hallway into the little bedroom, I moved items off the bed and went to sleep.  I dreamed about the reoccurring Polar Soldier dream.  The dream started with me watching a special ops team, probably American, driving a truck in Antarctica.  The team, comprised of several male and female soldiers, exited a dark SUV, pulled on white parkas and snow pants, then grabbed white backpacks and belts with miscellaneous gear attachments.  In a previous dream, there was a dirt road here, but in the latest dream that road, which led to a mountain or pyramid, was covered with snow.

The soldiers walked toward the mountain; rifles held ready.  Two of the soldiers were snipers. I believe two of them were also medics. One of the snipers was an attractive thirty or so brunette lady just under six-feet in height. The group advanced to the foothills of the mountain, which contained several large, snow covered boulders.  They hid behind the boulders and waited.  Because of the former dreams, I knew what was coming.  I heard a whistling hum as two saucers, each with several soldiers riding on top, exited from the top of the pyramidal mountain, and ascended at an angle down the cliff.

The strange thing about these soldiers was  that they wore uniform shirts that were colored like those of the officers in Star Trek, but the shirts glowed. Not only were they either sky-blue, bright red or gold, (mostly reds and blues) but light also emanated from their uniforms.  They spoke English, but with scattered words that sounded like guttural German. Most of them were very winsome in appearance as well as possessing very tall, well-muscled physiques.  There were a couple of men in both groups that were dark-haired, dark-skinned, shorter, and more heavily built through their chests and shoulders, who looked Tibetan.  The first group was led by a Tibetan officer in a glowing red shirt.  The second group of Polar Soldiers was led by a tall Nordic wearing a sky-blue uniform, although the real leader seemed to be a Nordic in gold robes. Most of them wore black berets and black cargo pants. One person in the second group had gold robes, wore a matching skull cap, and carried a gem-topped rod or wand.  The other Polar Soldiers all had black rifles that looked like drum machine guns, but the barrels were about three or four inches in diameter. I think they all, except for the robed man, had a dagger and pistol attached to their belts.

Strangely, a ghostly figure of me appeared near the group. I had a pen and notebook in my hands.  I wrote notes as I observed the three military patrols.  It seemed as if the special ops soldiers could not detect me.  I did not seem to feel the cold.  The air seemed to be, judging by the special ops soldiers, absolutely frigid.  The Polar Soldiers seemed to be unaffected by the intemperate weather.

Just as both of the Polar Soldier Patrols came to a stop and stepped off the anti-gravity disks, the special ops group began firing.  Their bullets seemed to bounce harmlessly off the polar soldiers.  The brunette sniper made a minor adjustment. I am not sure if she had just aimed differently or switched out her cartridge magazine, but she quickly took out three of the Polar Soldiers.

The polar soldiers jumped from their skiffs and began shooting the special ops soldiers.  They aimed the machine guns like rifles rather than spraying the bullets as you would with a machine gun. The air around the guns took on a translucent quality as if the light was being bent, especially around the stock and muzzle, around each rifle.  Orbs of light shot out of the high-tech energy bolt machine guns. The Polar Soldier in the gold robes pointed his wand at the sniper girl who had just killed three polar soldiers. He yelled something like, “Sie nicht, dass Mädchen zu töten!” I think he was saying don’t shoot the sniper girl who made the three kill-shots. The Polar Soldiers attacked the special ops soldiers that had ambushed them. Those that were hit by the orbs three times or more simply vanished. They bound the brunette sniper with several metallic bands that shrunk and fused together when the open ends were touched.  The special ops soldiers that had not vanished were then shot a single time. Those bodies disappeared like the others and left only body-sized indentations in the snow.

The gold robed man gestured to one of the red-uniformed Polar soldiers who picked up the girl and carried her over one shoulder.  The patrol hopped onto to the anti-gravity skiffs and went back up and into the mountain.

Scene fade.

My ghostly form reappeared inside of a laboratory. Once again the occupants seemed unable to see me. White marble and stainless steel combined with the smells of bleach gave the room the cool sterilized feel of a hospital.  There were no windows in the room.  The brunette was sitting in a chair that resembled a dentist’s chair, but the unit was equipped with both arm and leg rests.  There was a cabinet with a computer and what looked like medical tools and electrical equipment, some of which was attached with taped wires to the lady soldier.  I could hear beeps from a heart monitor. The metallic restraining bands had been re-positioned to hold her in the medical examination chair.  Her white parka, her standard military issue uniform, and undergarments had been removed as well.

A wizened old man, who resembled Albert Einstein, with a long-pointed nose, wearing a white lab smock, gently slapped the woman’s cheeks until she woke up.

His piercing blue eyes scintillated brightly as they danced back and forth.  He laughed a shrill, demented laugh, lapsed between English and German and asked,  “You are awake mein Fraulein?”

“Where am I?  Where is the rest of my patrol?  What are you doing to me?” she exclaimed. Then, noticing her nakedness, she blushed, fought against her restraints, stuck out her chin, narrowed her eyes to slits and scowled.

“I am Dr. Braun.”  He giggled, then continued, “I am sorry to say…ha, ha, ha…that your friends no longer exist physically. Fraulein?  What is your …”

“Name, rank and serial number,” whispered the soldier through tightly clenched lips, “I can handle that.”

Dr. Braun laughed again, rubbed his nose and barked, “Nein. You are no longer a soldier.  That information is immaterial.” He gently fondled the metallic band that firmly held her head to the headrest, leaned his face within an inch of hers and whispered, “Nichts. Wie Ist Dein Name? Just give me a name to call you by.”

“Jackson. I am called Jax.”

“O.K., Fraulein Jax…hee-hee-hee…” for a few seconds his tongue poked out of his mouth and wiggled like a stubby pink snake. Dr. Braun stared off into space.

Jax asked, “Did you say my unit is dead?  Or do you have them imprisoned here in your underground base?”

“Nein,” replied Dr. Braun as he stepped back away from her a few inches.  “They are now free from all earthly restraint. They are gefallen…dead.”

“Are you going to torture me?”

“Ja and nein.” Dr. Braun rolled his eyes and giggled, face beaming like a twisted Valentine’s Day Cherub.

“What do you mean? You either are, or you aren’t? Or are you just going to crazy- talk and giggle at me until I become another psycho-dipped lollipop just like you?”

Dr. Braun stared at Jax icily before replying, “My assistants vill be here shortly to take skin samples and blood draws.  First, ve vill make clones of you, my brash and bold little American G.I Jane!  Ve need fresh blood in our genetics. You – actually numerous clones of you – vill make many fine babies for die Menschen of the Fourth Reich. Dann ve vill have some fun.” Dr. Braun briskly rubbed his hands together, then pulled out his stethoscope. He continued, “I vill copy your brain and install it into our Donald Trump replica. 

You vill no longer be a beautiful Houri Valkyrie.  You will be a komisch and portly old man with orange troll doll hair!

Then ve vill put you in the mirror dungeon, vhere you vill rot until you have many vrinkles and nein teeth!”  Dr. Braund laughed until he bent over double. When the short little medical doctor stood upright once again, he continued, “Just a few tests – a poke here and a prod there – Fraulein Jax, before I ring for my assistants to arrive.”

Scene fade.  I was outside of my friend Joshua’s  house in Dunlap, Tennessee. While the blanket of snow was mostly gone, frost covered old grass and leaves laced the lawn near the porch.  Joshua smiled and asked for more details about the dream.  His youngest sister was standing behind the corner of the house watching me intently from a concealed position. In the dream, I was standing outside at the edge of the porch, in my ghostly form.  I could feel the cold but only enough to know that the temperature was cool.  I was no longer invisible. I could see through the eyes of the dream me, but I could also see from a bird’s eye view everything else that was happening in the dream.  So while the dream Wayne could not see Joshua’s youngest sister, the Wayne who was dreaming could easily see them both. However, I could not see into Joshua’s house, although I could see him clearly. The open door changed into a French window, but I could still see and easily converse with him.  Joshua smiled once more and seemed very interested in my dream and the story.

Joshua’s youngest sister seemed very concerned about me. Her expression was very vivid. I had seen that exact expression on her face once before in real life, on the last day just before I had left Tennessee en route to Wisconsin last July. I gave Joshua a few more details about the dream but told him I had no idea what had happened to Jax other than what I had dreamed so far.

I woke up in the bedroom of the new house. I was still dreaming. In the dream, Ken called on my phone and asked if I had finished writing the Polar Soldiers Dream.

End of Dream.  I woke up for real and then got up and started writing down the Polar Soldiers Dream.  I hadn’t finished when my friend Mark stopped by to see if I would go with him to Rice Lake and pick up presents for a birthday party tomorrow.  Not long after I had returned during the afternoon, I continued working on this story. Ken called. I told him that last night I had had a dream and that he and Brent had been in it.  A few minutes after I had gotten off the phone, Brent called to say he was on his way over.  When he came, I told him the dream, and he talked to me about a house that the extended family may be buying which they will be renting out. They wanted me to consider renting from them when it is ready for occupancy if they buy it.