This dream was very intense, I was in some kind of tropical jungle, rambo style head band, sweating furiously, tight grip on my rifle, I remember creeping through the jungle with the feeling that I’d die if i wasnt watching with caution. My best friend in real life who I’ll name Hero, was with me, he clicked his fingers to warn me of the single soldier infront of him, he quickly but quietly swung his rifle be hind him. Reached up by his shoulder to pull out his combat knife. The soldier up ahead was having a smoke, looked like a single patrol soldier on a break. I could hear small twigs under my feet snap, but not loud enough for the enemy to hear, the swishing of topical plant leaves made, ore noise as our legs brushed against them, Hero moved up behind him as I gave myself distance to look out for other soldiers just incase we werent alone. Hero was right behind him, I could feel my heart beating so hard hoping it was going to be a quick kill, he grabbed him by the head and grabbed his mouth and pulled him backwards to the ground trying to muffle the sounds of gasping, Hero looked like he a struggle but I could see him taking control. By now I was freaking out some one would hear the small cracking noises of the tigs and plants being broken, I was looking everywhere to see if anyone was coming our way, I look back at Hero, he was hunched over the soldier sweat dripping off his nose and forehead, slowly inserting the knife into the guys chest, could just hear him hushing him as the soldier muffled with pain. Hero got back up and cleaned his knife, slide it back into his shoulder sheath. Whipped his chin and nodded, swinging his rifle back into some form of readyness, we then carried on through the dense heat in the jungle…then I woke up.