[ WP ] You ca n't tell if are a soldier that dreams he is a ruthless dictator or a ruthless dictator that dreams he is a soldier . It gets really confusing when the soldier raids the dictators palace .

I am a horrible human being. I have committed countless atrocities. I was recruited at only 16, having been in and out of foster homes my whole life. I felt I had nowhere to go, so when someone offered the chance to `` change the world'' and more importantly, to finally grow close to people, I snatched it. I did n't realize what that would turn me into. 
 
 I now serve as part of a unit of highly trained specialist soldiers. We afford the government a high degree of deniability, because as far as they are concerned, we do n't exist. I've done things, horrible things, as a result of working with this group of men. Killed countless people, some of them horrible, but many just trying to get by. I've destroyed homes, butchered bodies, poisoned, desecrated, its awful. 
 
 I survive. I endure. Sure, I've considered ending it all, but there's no point. I can survive the pain. What's worst is the nights. Whenever I go to sleep, I have dreams. Vivid, colorful dreams, dreams of opulence. Beautiful palaces, beautiful women, woven rugs on every wall. But these dreams are nightmares. I know, these things are beautiful and my life seems wonderful, but I know that the things I've done are horrible there too. I've ordered my guards to kill people, starve them, hang them. 
 
 As we breach the outer walls, I feel as though I know this floorplan. Why? Then suddenly it hits me: I've seen that wall hanging before. I know that pattern. This is my palace. This is the palace from my dreams -- 
 
 -- I scramble out of bed and run downstairs, towards the commotion. What the hell is going on? I dash into the hallway and see on the floor a soldier, lying on the floor passed out face down. I reach toward him and suddenly feel a stabbing pain -- 
 
 -- two to the chest, my partner rarely misses. My head feels foggy, as I start to stand I hear a shout `` grenade!''. And suddenly a white flash. Everything hurts. I close my eyes, maybe this time I wo n't wake up.
