Current mood:	melancholy
Current music:	My Chemical Romance - Welcome To The Black Parade

The Coup
I had the saddest dream last night I've ever remembered. This militia had taken over part of the government by flooding the buildings with this gas that immobilised the people inside, but the militia was fine because they had built up an immunity to it. I don't know what my exact role in the whole thing was, but I was present, and unaffected by the gas. I remember that a lot of people had guns, and that it made me nervous having them around. I was so afraid that someone would get shot by accident with all the tension of the situation being what it was. I also recall an Asian scientist being partially revived for interrogation. Aside from this, there was a boy - I think he was Spanish or maybe Mexican - of about eleven years old, who was also being held captive. He was a sort of hostage as well, and he had some kind of information that the militia needed or something, as they wouldn't let him be given back to his parents. The boy was very quiet, and you could tell that he was sad, but he didn't cry or complain. He was sick too, with some sort of disease that was infecting people of the under classes. Then for some reason, he was temporarily put in my charge, as I had to take him outside where his parents and siblings were waiting to see him for a brief moment. I knew that he wouldn't be able to stay with them. The militia wouldn't allow that. I didn't want the boy to be hurt in any way, and when the guards outside became aggressive with us, I was afraid that he would get shot. I was trying to fix a button on his shirt, and they started acting as if I were stalling for time, and raised their firearms as if they were having guns pointed directly at them as well. I remember one who had to be less than three metres away. Quickly, I fixed the boy's shirt, and walked him over to where his parent were waiting in their vehicle. It looked like a short school bus, formerly used as a taxi as I could tell by the paint on the decrepit shell of the thing. I approached the vehicle with the boy slowly. It was low enough to the ground that I could see inside when I lifted him to the window and through it, never letting go of his legs. I saw his parents inside, laying down with some brothers and sisters of his as well. They had the deepest sense of melancholy about them. They were all sick I realised, with the same disease that their hostage son had. Weak from it, they didn't even move to hold their child as I held him by the calves and moved him closer to his mother, noticing for the first time that his legs were covered in small lesions, red spots indicative of the disease. His legs felt oily, like they had been slathered in mineral oil, and for a moment I was worried that I wouldn't be able to hold onto him if they made an attempt to take back their son. They made no such move however, and my worry changed to anguish when I knew that they posed no threat, and I pushed the boy over to his mother, where his lips pressed against hers, and it was only when I pulled him back that they separated. Her mouth had dried blood on it, as did they boy's father and the children. I took the boy from the window, feeling like I was the only person left in the world who could take care of him. We then walked around to the other side of the bus where it was open, and everyone inside could see the boy and me. I don't remember who spoke first, but I do remember that this was the part that broke my heart. Taking short, strained breaths in between his words, the boy said in a voice both breathy and with a rasp: "I... love... you" to his family. I know they then told him that they loved him, and he responded in the same way with "I... love... you... too." At this point I collapsed to the ground and held the boy tight to me as I started to sob uncontrollably. I cried so hard for all of them, and for their inability to cry themselves. I gripped that boy with all the love I had in an attempt to somehow heal his pain, and my pain, and the pain of his family. I wanted so badly for all of them to live.

It was after this that I woke up. I was in shock that I could have a dream like that which would affect me so much sill after waking. I laid in bed on the verge of tears, loving that boy, until I fell asleep once again.