We never heard them coming. Then thousands of people started dying in their sleep. Medical examiners were baffled as to how perfectly healthy people went to sleep but never woke up.

Then survivors started to come forward who told tales of battling strange creatures in their dreams. At first people didn’t want to believe them or tried to write them off as some kind of mass psychosis. But the one nagging issue was all the tales contained the same elements. 

Then scientists started putting healthy people into REM sleep to see what transpired in the dream world. The so called volunteers were mostly soldiers, like me, trained in physical hand to hand combat. The scientists felt we’d hold our own in a fight. It worked for the most part. We still lost a few battle hardened 

men.

Thinking back to my first glimpse of the creatures still gives me the creeps. The one I battled was a large grey with gangly arms and legs. They had human-like faces with bulging eyes and chins. They traveled around naked but showed no signs of gender. 

In the three weeks of fighting them I’ve managed to stay alive so far. It keeps getting tougher everyday as the creatures get more adept at masking their movements. They appear out of apparently using telepathy to insert themselves in your dreams. 

Having done my weekly tour of duty, this is my third day without sleep. I’m not ready to do battle yet. I need time to heal, meantally and physically.  If I fell asleep now the creature would surely come and finish me in my dreams.

So tired though.

Nobody really knows where the creatures came from, only that they were here. In our dreams we try to find clues as to their physical location. If we could take the battle to them. We might just win this war. 

“So tired, so tired. No, don’t fall asleep. Too late.

The creatures attacked in force as soon as my eyes closed. I felt myself losing. Must wake up.

Overtaken.

I jumped wide awake. “Gotcha!, I know where your base is located. 

Sgt Koihler out for now.