going to Atlanta on weaponized drone.

Date: 9/14/2017

I am a sort of volunteer in the US army. Feel like guerilla like situation within america. I understand that the invaders are russian. My group of soldiers are less than 12 guy and one officer that gives the orders. He is surprisingly anti authoritarian in his leader style. He speaks with very clear sort instructions that are easy to understand but takes courage to do. I trust him but are very afraid then the strap I device to my body. its something like a wearable drone. It feels like putting on a very high tech back pack. I seem to be a testflyer, at least I am not shore how it works. Getting extremely nervous while I am getting help with final adjustments. I am thinking it feels like a rather cheap product and that I wonder if I will ever come back.The officer is hurry me up and tells me to about the features of the weaponized drone back pack. It it partly controlled by speech. They get me to repeat the sentence I am to use when I want to. come back home. Over looking some kind of dense low forests. There are some movement in the branches of the trees. The officer shoots or projectiles away some sort of small mine drones. maybe 50 or 60 of them. the are superquick and seems to sniff out enemy positions and lock them on target. I dont see them fire. Russian are coming by foot attacking us from higher ground. Feels like the a pouring out. Now I feel strange as I get the order to fly to Atlanta. We most be in Georgia and the flight should be only a few min. I am away in a sec. It is kind of light and my arms are resting on metal frames pointing straightforward. each hands grips a handle bar that feels more like holding pistols. I go up/ down , left/right my movements of my right hand. after less than 20 meters a pull of a round of shots. Its slick and not loud at all. I am nervous so I try to go high up in the air. To get an overview and to be distant to enemy fire. there most me either some auto pilot that quickly push.me down or I am partly remotely controlled. Now I am in Atlanta. It seems peaceful. I am hovering in a foodcourt made up entirely of sweets. It looks so delicious. I love the pastry section. looks well arranged like loafs in a french bakery besides these are all colorful pastry sweet loaf. I am above a table with a bunch of kids drinking soda. They are talk and jokes around. one kid maybe 14 years with a red cap and freckles catch me attention. I get an impulse to kick him in the neck and try that. He ducks as I lauch a strike to his neck with my army booted foot. I am not afraid a acted wrong but feel little embarrassed I missed him. I fly away. thinking that it is kind of better to hang out here in the food court in Atlanta than the Georgian country side attacked by russians. Then I woke up.