War again

I seem to be having more dreams about war. The battle was taking place in my old neighbor's back yard, between the Neboichecks and the McAree's. Except there was a bridge that had about a 100 yard span between them with a good arch to it's shape that you couldn't actually see the enemy. I instructed the soldiers to loft grenades over the crest of the bridge, noting they would roll to the other soldiers.

I took a grenade from one soldiers vests to demonstrate. I took the grenade and pulled the pin. I released the handle, and waited, to use up some of the time. Then I realized I had never thrown a grenade before, and had no idea how long the timer was, so I threw it. It wasn't much of a throw, more like an over hand long toss. Not enough to make it to the top. And it started rolling backwards.

I was tempted to run at it and kick it off the bridge, but thought better about it. Luckily, it detonated before it rolled too far back towards us. This agrivated me, so I took another, pulled the pin, advanced on the bridge and gave it a good throw over. Shortly after, the enemy took to the same tactic, but instead of grenades, they threw over a suitcase shaped explosive that was smooth and had small lights blinking on it. I ran to it and threw it back up the bridge.

It then became obvious to me that we were running low on amunition. Night had fallen and I noted that there was an unspoken cease fire at this hour of the day. Soldiers on both sides took this time to tend to the wounded, reload, mend weapons, regroup. It was oddly quiet.

I produced our ammo supplies and started issuing clips to the soldiers, noting the weapons they had and the ammo they needed. In the bag, there were clips with rounds. In some of the clips, the rounds had been hastily loaded and they were illseated. In some cases, it was as if the spring mechanism had been defeated and the rounds were just scooped inside. I took to the task of reloading the clips, when I noticed the extra ammunition. The rounds were stored in zip lock freezer bags. And in some cases, they were not even complete rounds but the actual bullets.

I pointed out that whomever supplied us with this ammo clearly was not thinking. While I understood ammo supplies were running low, there was no way we could reload rounds in the field. We were not in a suitable environment, nor did we have a reloading press. It was sheer nonsense.

Lots of fragments.

One very common theme involves a houseboat. Last night, it was about a houseboat that we neglected to return to the marina. We had forgotten that we had it for years, and now we were discussing what to do with the boat. We talked about keeping it and using, but there was concern that we would not be able to get a new registration sticker and that the police might be looking for the numbers. We then talked about returning the boat, thinking we might get our deposit back.

It was pretty much just Jason and I, but some of the other people from the past trips were there briefly. Finally, deciding to take the boat back, it came down to getting it back into Lake Powell. This required taking it over a waterfall. For what ever reason, whenever I dream about boats or ships, there is always the need to take it over a waterfall. I took control of the boat, aimed for the falls and went at it full speed (this is the same strategy every time).

The next thing I know, we are at the dock, and the boat is secure. Jason has gone to find someone to talk to about the boat. Meanwhile, I happen upon the rental dogs the marina has. Apparently, you can rent one of their dogs for you houseboat trip. They were all yellow labs and very friendly. I played and rolled around the dock with them. Two of the three wandered off, and the third, the smallest of the three, I wrapped in a blanket to keep him warm.

Now, these dreams are out of order, but the first dream I had took place at Westland Mall. It is kind of hazy, but I was there with Jeff Booms, and someone else. And we had his motorcycle. It was late and we were doing something illegal. In the end, I am not sure if it was his motorcycle or a stolen one. But when we went to leave, the motorcycle was out of gas.

Trying to keep everyone calm, I pointed out there was a gas station just across the parking lot. But there wasn't. Then I noticed one was across the street. But again, there wasn't. I was then CERTAIN I had seen one across the street and it was there. We walked the bike over and it was very dark, but open. It was an odd store, similar to one I have seen in other dreams. It was like a party store that also sold porn. It had very few windows, and the people working there looked very rough.

While fueling up the bike, I walked around the lot and noticed the wiring at the back had been vandalized. Just as I noticed, a big biker looking guy stormed out and accused me of doing the damage. I tried to point out that it had been there for some time and he was just trying to take advantange of us. At that, a rough looking woman came out. I told her to call the police because this was bullshit. She said she already had called them.

This, I realized, was bad. When the police showed up, the were quick to take the side of the biker and were ready to arrest us. I wanted to insist that they get Scott Hall down there (as he was a Westland police officer) and he could vouch for me, but I remembered he was retired. I tried to get them to bring in a superior officer but they refused.

The police car was big, like a limo. And things kind of became distracted then. Somehow, I managed to get behind the biker and I did something that snapped his neck. I thought I had killed him, so I took his zippo lighter that had skulls on it. Leaving his wallet and his other, bigger torch lighter. Just then, he came to, and accused me of robbing him as well. I pointed out I was just fascinated with the lighter and that if I was going to rob him, I would have taken his wallet. This logic dumbfounded him, despite being a complete lie.

It's been awhile....

Not that I haven't had any dreams, just that I've been out of sorts. This new job and new apartment have somewhat derailed my activities.

Last night I had a new one, but it is really quite fuzzy. It centered around a tiny being, the size of a flea. It was intelligent and, well, magical? Like a tiny mentor that you could summon. There was something important about it, or 'her'. For some reason, I felt I needed to show it to Tina Desmond, sensing that she should know about this creature. I was trying to piece it all together, when my morning was smashed and I found myself having to make a 6am ride to the airport.

So later in the day, I remembered the other dream I had. It was fuzzy as well, but was one of the reoccuring dreams. Basically, I was in high school playing football. For what ever reason in the dream, I always am struggling with the position as well as my shoes. Some times I'm in the locker room trying to get my shoes on and the game is already under way. Some times, I'm on the field trying to fix my shoes. This time, I was having on the field shoe issues, and I was cut from the team!

Funny, I often have hockey dreams too, and in those dreams I often have difficulties with my skates.