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Dreaming; Night of
July 23, 1983 |
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10:03 |
I was in a classroom with a bunch of people (including my girlfriend) and the teacher was going to make us swear oaths or some such infringement on our constitutional rights. Under my leadership we refused, and left the room. I went to a room called the black room which was the headquarters of the toughest gang around. The door was locked so I yelled unpleasantries at the person inside who then opened the door, ready to tear the person outside apart. When he saw that it was me, however, he became quite apologetic for as it turned out, I was the gang's toughest member and leader. We began to prepare for the war that was to come against the establishment in a neat old-big building. At one point I tried to use an escalator but it was just a conveyor belt going up with no steps nor anything to hold onto. Instead I found an elevator and used it, I think to get to a higher floor to get to the aforementioned girlfriend. The conflict began (the exact subleties of which I now forget), and after a bit my girl and I were in an old airplane which was shot down. I parachuted out, but she refused; and when I pulled her out of the wreckage she was bleeding from several cuts and was quite shook up. I thought that she was worse off than she really was, so I helped her to the enemy camp on the border of which we had crashed. After leaving her in their hands for treatment I escaped and made my way back to my men. After a bit, rumors were released that she was suffering from mental problems caused by the crash (a rumor which I didn't believe), and I broke into the camp with my best man (and best friend) and broke her out. We three were escaping over a large plateau of dark brown, overturned dirt in some sort of vehicle, a three-wheeler or a jeep perhaps. This is all I remember, but I'm not sure that the dream left off this unresolved. |
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