Running from the enemy

Last night, I had this wild dream where I was sprinting through a chaotic battlefield.
Enemy troops were everywhere, and their shouts mixed with gunfire made it all feel surreal.
My heart was racing faster than my legs!
Every time I thought I could hide, they seemed to find me again.
I woke up sweating bullets and feeling like I'd just run a marathon.
Isn't it crazy how our minds work while we sleep?
I mean, what triggered that dream?
Did something happen during the day that sparked this chaos in my head?
Or is it just my brain's way of keeping things exciting?
😅