Dream : SOVIET SUPER SOLDIERS

SOVIET SUPER SOLDIERS

5 Jan 2012

I'm posted to Lahr, Germany and we go on a trip to visit a Russian base, somewhere in Russia. The Russians hold a gathering for our visit. I remember having one beer and then nothing. The next thing I know I'm waking up in a jail cell. The room is completely enclosed, and my shouts for help go unanswered.

Two brutes enter the cell and hold me down, while a man in a white coat injects something into my arm.

From here the dream goes into third person mode, with me viewing my progress into another being. I still, however, feel all the pain.

They start on my teeth, drilling holes in them and then tying a cord to one and then the other end to a door knob. They then takes turns slamming the door and removing my teeth one by one.

Next comes the skin on my face, which they take turns peeling off in strips. I guess my good looks won't cut it while being a new soldier. The pain is intense and then dies off with each strip peeled off. Then a new searing pain as alcohol is splashed on my raw flesh. The same is done to my fingers and thumbs.

Daily training commences, with strengthening and unarmed combat being the main events. Day after day we exercise and fight each other. There are about 30 of us "beings".

We are fed a slurry of some sort, and get injected with something daily.

Month after month passes. Soon we no longer look anything like our Canadian ID photos. Of course gone is our facial features, and now we are about 250 pounds of strength and muscle. They teach us how to handle and shoot all sorts of weaponry, Russian and NATO.

With all these skills we are exercised in various missions, mostly involving small groups of 3-4 of us, mostly with an instructor in charge of us. Generals and top brass come to view our exercises often. At one point I hear one of the instructors tell a General that we have become addicted to a new sort of meth amphetamine, which is in our shots. Thus we have been trained just like a dog who performs tricks for a small treat.

As I watch myself and the others function, I notice there is no down time, no sports, no religious things, no frills of any kind. They wake us up and then we train all day, eating one big meal a day. At night there is additional training, then showers and lights out. There are no nick nack or mementos on our bedside tables, definitely no photos of family, wives, or girlfriends. There is very little communication between us. We have but one reason for existence, to train. Training exercises last for up to a week, with very little thoughts about comfort. We continue to gain muscle each week.

Like the movie, we are waiting for a real mission.....