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Dream Journal
A selection of dreams I have. Some lead to book ideas but not all.
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Entry #631965, added on 01-25-09 @ 8:46 pm EST
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War (1-16-09)Entry #631965

I was on a special military team sent over the frozen tundra to battle against the enemy on small island between their country and ours. The mission: stop them before they become to strong and invade the mainland. We did our best, mostly using hand weaponry (hand guns and such) but had to retreat. Only a few of us made it back.

Was talking with someone about always having two guns is better cause they might have two and you don't wanna be stuck with one... Unless they have a machine gun, then you hide till it's out of rounds.

Then the bombing started. Inpenetrable weapons of mass destruction. People started to flee. After looking around, I reached a decision. First, I went to my friends that were fleeing and gave Rochelle(girl graduated year before me) my baby to take care of for me. I said my parents would help and she said Brandon would too, the father (he also graduated the year before me).

I walked away, towards the surrender(assimilation) area, searching for a weapon along the way. There were a couple on a table but as I neared it a person in line picked one up. I managed to grab it and keep the aim up so only the ceiling was shot.

The shooting got the attention of enemy militants and when two came over to investigate I pulled the weapon away, handing it over and (in their language) said I told them not to leave weapons around. I figured if I acted like one of them they wouldn't kill me. One put something in my face, gas came out, and I was unconscious.

I awoke in a bed, dazed and a tad bit confused. It took a minute to wake up enough to understand I was in the enemy's lair. Hurried, I tried to fix my hair up as not to look like a phony. A man entered the room at this time. I remembered to bow. After the bows he said he was looking forward to getting to know me, then he left. I tried to interpret what he meant.

Looking out into a common room, I noticed food being displayed. They were attempting to make different cultures popular dishes. The men were commenting about whether their version was similar enough to pass.

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