Captain Nemo

I had one dying dream before. I was in a jungle and it was twilight and raining. I slowly became aware that I was a soldier and that I was one of the scouts for my group. I vividly remember tripping a claymore that blew my lower legs off and I ended up lying on my back looking up into the leaves of the trees as the rain dripped down on me. I became aware of someone walking up to me who grabbed my hair and tilted my head back and then slit my throat. He walked away as I bled to death and continued to watch the rain fall off the leaves overhead and land on my eyes. I remember taking my last breath and then everything went dark and I woke up.

That son of a bitch disturbed me.