(Dream) Helicopter Horror

I'll be posting the odd unusual dream now, kay?

I was at school, chatting to my friends, when I saw an army helicopter in the distance. I thought nothing of it, but deep down I had a bad feeling...

The copter started coming closer, and closer. I wasn't the only one looking at it now. People where starting to point and murmer. This helicopter wasn't one of ours, I knew, one had landed at the school before.

But this was different. There was nobody telling us where to stand, what was happening. People weren't happy or excited. They were confused, nervous, and anxious to see what would happen.

The copter was hovering right above us now, as if waiting to land. It was very realistic for a dream. The blades were making rubbish fly around everywhere, and the wind coming from it was immense.

It was about this time I realized I was the only one not stood at the sides. I was right underneath it. And there were looks of fear in peoples eyes, which I could see reflected in my own.

Suddenly, a horrible emptiness descended upon me, like the silence before an explosion, and I knew in my gut what was about to happen.

I turned to run. I knew I was too late. To my horror, the underbelly of the helicopter opened and a volley of six bombs came plummeting down at once.

Everything was a blur. People were screaming and running towards the door. I, being in the middle, got caught up in the bombs.

I'm not quite sure what happened next, but I somehow ended up in a corridor next to a window.

The glass smashed as a bomb hit the wall, and then...

...my life flickered six years on. Wtf?

I figured that in the past six years I had recovered, we had gone to war with the terrorists and I had joined the army for revenge.

My friends from school were behind me in a war tent, while I was stabbing and killing an enemy with my pen. Weird, I know.

Before he died, he got me in a headlock and forced my head the other way. "You've killed me, but can your death-pen handle those?"

To my misery, there were 10 enemy tanks, 20 enemy helicopters (duplicates of the one that bombed my school) and a ****load of infantry.

They swarmed over us, and made me watch as they tortured and killed my friends. I then heard a signal, and looked up, to see a bomb hurtling towards me, and this one would surely kill me.

And then I woke up.