Last night’s dream was one that I hadn’t ever had before, and I wonder now what it could mean. Even as parts of it are starting to unravel, I can still feel its effects on my subconscious. I am going to write it down best as I can before it evaporates from my mind forever. I tell people that I have these full-length picture dreams, and I swear they think I’m making it up. So, I’ve decided to write them down. One thing I find comical: I rarely, if ever, curse in my awake-world. And while I can’t really say that actual words formed in my head during the dream, I can say it was more like an instantaneous knowledge of what a word/sentence meant or felt like while I was living the dream, and in this dream, I had a sailor’s mouth. Yikes.
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I’ve never seen or been to this place before: a war ravaged city landscape with overcast skies. I was with a group of people that I knew well. They were my fellow soldiers (however, in my awake world I can’t even recall their faces). We all hunched down behind some sort of barricade. Someone shouted that we were out of ammunition. I refused to believe him. I looked down at the weapon I carried. It was quite familiar to me (although how that was possible I can’t rationally explain).
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I’ve never seen or been to this place before: a war ravaged city landscape with overcast skies. I was with a group of people that I knew well. They were my fellow soldiers (however, in my awake world I can’t even recall their faces). We all hunched down behind some sort of barricade. Someone shouted that we were out of ammunition. I refused to believe him. I looked down at the weapon I carried. It was quite familiar to me (although how that was possible I can’t rationally explain).