I was in Afghanistan with a team of troops from some obscure Eastern-European NATO country who had a token contingent there. We were sitting on the curved low steps of a derelict building in a rubble-strewn street, on an incredibly hot day. The entire squad was basically asleep from the heat and I realised a lot of villagers were starting congregate and gawk at us, so I was yelling at the squad to get up...but it was so hot it was impossible to wake them and I myself could barely get on my feet with incredible yawning and drowsiness. I staggered down the street a little and a small Afghan boy about 8 years old was walking towards me holding his arms out and yelling something at me. In the dream this was suspicious and against 'protocols' to let him get too close, so I was yelling at him to stop/get back but he didn't so in the end I was forced to shoot him with an old FN FAL ("SLR") rifle.
He fell and I realised he hadn't been a suicide bomber or anything so I rushed over full of remorse. He was shot in two places but alive and I was desperately trying to save his life, and I realised my team, still asleep on the steps, had a medic in it who would be able to save the boy so I was yelling and cursing at the troops to wake up, even in the end firing my rifle in the air to try and wake them up...
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