Dreams

"You know, I'm sick of following my dreams, man.
I'm just going to ask where they're going and hook up with 'em later." -- Mitch Hedberg.

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Date: summer 2009.

On a plain to iceland, as a turist. Out on a gletcher, large holes in the ice, Suddenly, a white horse's head pop's up from the hole about 50-100 meters away. Tour-guide warns us not to help the horse. Seconds later, A NASA rocket takes off from the verry same hole, assumingly burning the horse to the death.

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Date: 2009-08-01

Testing to see if a coffiemaker is water-resistant. pouring milk over it. some damn foo insist on placing small bags of sand and salt next to it, to absorb the milk

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Date: 2009-08-06

Wake up at 02:30 while still asleep, have to do work, but also have to sleep, all this while still asleep.

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Date: 2009-08-07

So me and a mate are at a BIG cinema; many screens but no separate rooms (like one very big dark hall with furniture and cupboards as only 'walls'); he goes to take his place while I have to do something. I go to take a leak; near the (fancy) restrooms there's a guy offering me 2 cups with blobs of green and blue jelly or whatever (each in its own cup) in it; I ask "what's that difference?", he doesn't answer, so I ask some teenage kid; he says "I don't know either". I think "goodie, I'm not *that* old yet". Back to the cinema, I can't find my mate, and think what a bad move it was to leave him there like that, and hope he's ok. After all this, I'm walking the streets, alone, it's dark and I have a fold-up razorblade, I'm following some guy. After toying with it, I put the blade in my pocket to prevent nasty cuts (in myself).

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Date: 2009-08-10

I am in my old (ground)school. in a long walkway/corridor. metal rods are placed about 20cm above floor level, across the corridor (about 3-4 meters wide). I am jumping like a Kangaroo from metal rod to metal rod. At the end of the about 50 meter long corridor, I reach the end, that goes into the main hall entrance, still jumping. out through the double doors and now I am in a Airport, the taxfree zone just before bording area. I am searching for a digi cam. charger for my friend who is currently in Canada, but he forgot his charger. I find none, all I can find in the taxfree area that have thick pink carpet btw. is black sony DVD players.

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Date: 2009-08-12

A mate of mine yells at me "look! I got $3200 from Google ads on my page!" (at least twice). I reply "oh, good for you!", slightly jealous. Come to think of it, there was also a vast amount of girls involved, but not sure if it was the same dream or 2 separate ones.

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Date: 2009-08-18

Somehow I was living in a house and got visits from evil b*stards or ghosts (I thought); like trying to make me insane, mostly at night. Acting like a true detective, I went to ask the lady who previously lived there; she too had had similar visits. I told her my story and then she cried because why oh why was this happening to us, then I said "can't you see? it's not you nor me, it's this house - they want something from this house". She had gotten as 'threat mail' a small transparent rectangle with 2 'mickey mouse ears' on top corners, and black skill below the rectangle. I remember inspecting it and reaching genius conclusion but unfortunately I cannot remember.

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Date: 2009-08-23

I was at the entrance of a very small seaport in Norway, it had steep sides of black rock. out of this habour came a tiny boat. A narrator explained that seamen must be carefull when sailing the wood out (his load).

I climb up the steep walls to the top, a road between the harbor and the sea. it was at first easy to walk on the cobblestone path, but at the top it got more and more tilted and finaly went over to be steps. Finaly at the top, I saw a few ppl, that I do not know who is, walk out on the sea, on shallow watter.

SUDDENLY, I was in a prisson camp.it was in a forrest / mountain area. maybe on a island. When I first arrived, we were assigned bunks/beds (the type with 2 on top of each other) and a 2x shoebox size box for personal belongings and foodz. It was a unisex prisson camp, yet nothing sexual happend. I was very unhappy about my situation, not the fact that I had to spend 3 months in prisson, but the fact that I had to tell my father about it. Was not looking forward to that.

Apprently, I had a car on this prisson island... I drove it up to the entrance gate, some 5-6km through forrest roads, and asked kindly, if the day I arrived in the afternoon counted as one of the 90 days. The guard was very confused about this and had to look it up in several large books, all the while I tried to calm him down and say it was not THAT important.

On my way back to the barracks, a prisson transport was speeding towards me from the back, in the front of me, a larger semi with a tanker. The bastard behind me drove right up to my bumper. Tanker infront of me started to break wildly and I had to turn of the road and into the bush, I order to not become a sandwitch. Somehow the truck flipped over. Prison transport cont. on its way, speeding, while I got out to help the chap in the semi. Now the semi turned into a toy semi, I moved it back and forth on the dusty ground, telling him to drive responsably, and drove on to the camp.

Woke up in the morning a bit confused and still had the problem of how to explain my Father I was going to prison...

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Date: 2009-08-27

[ BTW, last entry: damn, you sometimes scare me. ]

Some translucent Alien-like creature is following me, coming around the corner of a corridor in a building. Not really a scary persuit; it's more like an annoyance than a threat. But anyway, nice to avoid. There are some people around, and as I see him/it approach in the distance, I notice there's a DIY snackish buffet in progress. I take a white scorpion with red 'scissor' tips as snack and begin to chew on the scissor-tips; some other guy warns me the are poisonous. I tell him I know this, but that he has a point; it is very acid-tasting, and only contains exoskeleton, hardly any meat. I break off the 'scissor' and start chewing on the other end; much better.

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Date: 2009-09-05

Lots of weird things, in about 4 or 5 different dreams; I remember alien invasion, with yours truly being cloned. Suddenly I found myself in the company of my primary school classmates (and my clone as well); I asked myself "what would they possibly want by doing this" (i.e. what did they want to make clear)? But after remembering Yoda's words ("ask not 'why' - there is no 'why'!") decided to let it go; perhaps it was just alien's idea of a joke, or something I couldn't understand, or at least not at that time. Also some other dream about some programming incident at work, and some other non-nice work-related stuff. I need holiday.

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Date: 2009-09-05

It was the zombie apocalypse, human was slowly being overrun by extremely fast/raging zombies (not the traditional slow ones). The people still alive were fighting them of course, mostly with guns. However, before a fight started or when they were close to being overrun those people would break their own ankles. If they would indeed get overrun by zombies, they would be slow zombies due to their broken ankles. This gives the remaining survivors a better chance as they would be fighting against slow(er) zombies. Overall this dream was quite gory.

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Date: 2009-09-07

I was in 1986, at what I knew would be a cold-war museum in my time. They specialized in Submarines and small trucks, the later was from the 1920's and 1930's. strangely. I inqueried about a Submarine I knew would be there, But I could not remember its name or number. They did not have it, not as a real sub, a model or on microfilm. The microfilm was not the normal kind, it looked like a laser from a CD/DVD player, and it had to be looked at under a microscope (laser not active, as it was a microfilm).

I Asked my friend, if he knew the number or name of the sub I was looking for, he did not. The leader of the place wanted to show us a truck he had, with main focus on a oil indicator glass mounted on the side of the engineblock. When we left the dark museum, it turned ot to be underground. outside it was a sunny day, not a cloud in sight, a bit windy but warm. there was grass everywhere, We, we were now more than 2, started to play frisbee with somthing that was a square and made out of rubber, it bent atleast. There was a old lady there, a grandmother but not one of mine, asking if that was the game (I forgot the name) and we all kind of laughed and said no, thats not that game :-)

I was now in a garden that was the backyard of several buildings, and the back of the garden had a forrest. At the transiston from grass to forrest, I was moving a large tractor-wheel around, pulling it as it was horisontal and filled with sand. I was looking for the perfect place to set it down, so it would not rain on it, relying on the cover of the trees. Sadly all places I tried, still had rain comming through. Got fed up with moving it, So I started meassuring how big a tarpaulin should be, to streach out between the branches of the trees, to cover my "bed". Measurements said about 2meters by 1.5 meters.

I went into one of the buildings, it was a backentrance to a resturants kitchen. There I talked abit with a rat, about the size of a small cat. it was on a shelf so we were almost face to face, it was quite friendly. Suddenly, a "Lady and the tramp" chef came (the skinny one, not the fat one). The rat instantly flee, and there was another rat and a cat aswell, all running away. Told the chef I saw a rat (did not mention I talked with it, did not want him to think I was crasy). He wanted to report it the the officials, reaching for the phone and asking me for more details. Made up a story about it not being here that I had seen it but in a house I had rented that I did not know where were now (like a rented car, the apprently move about too...) Never got to go out and buy the cover for my "bed"...

Back home, my gf. had bought a swedish mail-order fake angle-wings for good luck, they did take up alot of space in bed, she had to wear them all the time.

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Date: 2009-09-15

(about last one: damn.)

Some guy to fix roof came by to look over matters; the place here was very full with furniture, no place to sit almost (I remember this living-room from real life, but how interesting is that). Light on the ceiling was broken, so it was quite dim, only evening sunlight shining in. After work was discussed, he continued by talking about his many electronics-projects he had made, in an almost apologetic way for 'wasting my time'. I didn't mind.

Also,... at some rainy market (flea market or something), there was a cardboard box with a lot of junk and a lot of records in it; all by some Japanese country-singer. A Japanese guy was going throught them, smiling. Then or later I notice a lump on my stomach, underneath my bellybotton, very swollen, and with a white worm crawling out; I try to catch the worm but it's gone again. Finally catch it, it drops on the floor. I stoop down to inspect it; almost can't believe this thing is really *alive*, but then I smash it.

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Date 2009-10-15

I saw a gray-toned computerscreen, I saw it like one see the video from a videocamera filming a CRT monitor, some sync problems and semi-destored image. It showed a list, 2 rows of Amiga games, like "Oil Imperium" and "Syndicate", with the arrowkeys I fliped through the titles and selected something, dont recall what.

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Date 2009-10-17

Only remember this dream partial.

It was on a gravelroad entrance to a big house in the countryside, I was picking around in the gravel and found small diamonds, milky-white and size about 5x3mm or so. As it was on another mans estate, it was ofcourse his to keep. Some days go by I think. I was at the house again, for dinner, there were 3 couples and 1 boy. the owner of the house w/wife, the daughter of the house w/boyfriend me w/gf and a young boy of the house. I notice this as the table was set. The man had been in financial problems, he had closed his bankaccount because it was empty. After dinner, he called the bank and re-opened it. I feelt the need to dial back to the bank and explain the situation, if they realy wanted him back as a costumer, as he in the past had wasted his money and now most certanly would do so again, at first they though of it as a prak-call, but I manage to get bank-lady out to the house, showing her the facts of life, how the boy of the family had been given a diamond-covered cellphone, that most likely were either broken or thrown away within the next ½ year. I showed her several other examples, and she was convinced. I told her she could not go on and have him in her bank, it would be a repeat of the financial crisis and what not. I then saw a deck on a large ferry / cruiseboat, ppl jump ship, jumping overbard into the water as if it was sinking or at fire, yet I could not see anything wrong with the ship, and we were still inside the habor (yet not at pier).

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Date 2009-10-18

The misses and me was apperently out looking on a house to buy. We were at a normal one storey house, with a grass garden all the way around it and a rather large drive 2 carports, side by side with a upright between them, white-painted wood, rather large (an American would mostlikely clain it was a "four by four" (inch) but I did not bring a ruler with me, and if I did, by GOD it would be metric). A heart, made out of a thin plate of wood, was nailed to this center upright and painted white as well.

There was a couple there, 30-somthing loading there stationcar/wagon, they were moving there last stuff. We asked if we could take a look around and went into the back yard. It was a lovely day, sunny and warm, grass was very green. The house suddenly had no roof, only the wooden parts, the skeleton, no plates or tiles. Inside there was only walls seperating the beedroom from the hallway and living room (that also had a open wall towards the kitchen, very 80's), but the walls did not go all the way up to the roof, so light, sound, air was circulating the hole house, I found this very impractical.

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Date 2009-10-21

I was driving close to home, when I saw a neighbours standing at the side of the road next to there car, I stoped. Then wanted to show me, that there baby had learned to walk. They sat him down and he started moving, at some point, he was getting a bit far away, across the road and towards a tunnel under the road (walk+bike only tunnel, know this from RL) And I alerted the proud parents, when I looked again, the baby had turned into a rather large car wheel, jumping happy towards the tunnel.

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Date 2009-12-05

I was at work, where, after I had kindly suggested it would be a good debugging-tool, an original Nintendo Entertainment System had arrived by mail. For memory-test, it would verify all memory; after using all of its internal 4kb (?), it began on the game-cartridge which of course had not only memory but also registers and I/O to the addressbus. Of course the test failed; my colleague immediately began calling people and raised SIG_PANIC while I tried to explain to him this was not really RAM. But then why had I bought/recommended it? I don't know. The cartridge was not requested, at least not by me. But the phonecalls/panic/chaos continued before he would listen properly. This is so bloody typical. Also, I think the question of arriving late for work was discussed in a casual but not ha-ha-funny way.

I really need a holiday. And later, ...

...I was mountain-biking through a forest; a few meters in front of me rode a girl with well-shaped behind, laughing; I followed her. Also, somehow I got battery-holders for 2 small 1.5V 'button' cells. Life is great.

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Date 2009-12-15

It was on a small island, maybe 100x100 meters in size, gras-covered hills. about 10-15 old ppl. playing golf.

One young guy was dressed in a cool way, dark sunglasses and talking on his cellphone, aparently complaining about why he was stuck on this island with the old ppl. Suddenly, one of the old ppl, a lady, have a spade in the ground and have found GOLD. She estimate the piece under the grass to be about 60cm long, 1-2 inch (yes, inch) thick. She also estimates its value to be 60 billion (thats 60.000.000.000 ) (currency unknown, I assum DKR) Young cool guy and I argues and doubt it would be worth so much, but we recon it is a widely used "currency" for Guerrilla warfare groups around the world.

Suddenly, I am in a jungle, almost in the center of a military camp, ducking and hiding in the tall grass I try to not get notice by the guards on patrol. Last thing I remember was hurrying to the ground flat on my (not so flat) stomach, as a guard in VietCon style is close by, I see this in FPS style and I hold a piece of white toast in one hand (like the knife in the old Doom game would be)

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Date 2010-02-11

Dream was split in to difrent dreams:

Part 1. I was on a beach, when something that had the shape and surface of a slug, yet it was pink in colour, about 2meters high and rotated 90degrees ccw (it stands up, okay!?) and the head was shaped like those underwater-dead-pirates from Pirates of the Caribian 2 (or 3?). They invaded the beach, each time they came to a person, they kind of fell over them, engulfing them and they too was to be come like one of those (who said matrix 2?) I saw this as a spectator on the beach and from a birds perspective, I was not part of it, just watching.

Turns out it was some kind of biological weapon designed by the great Satan (USA) and they would disappear after 11 min.

Part 2. I was driving to work, comming of the Autobahn, I guy from work is on the ramp, but in a electric wheelchair. The guy is know for not doing preventive maintenance btw. I stop ofcourse and it turns out his chair has run out of battery. It used D-cells and promise to go get some.

Near the ramp of the autobahn, was a DIY store, I go there. only to find no batteries. A sales clerk looking much like my sisterinlaw, about 1.6m, late 30's, big smile. EXCEPT this one also had a HUGE black mustage made from semi-thick rope comming from the nose.. She helps me finding batteries. Apperntly it is not something that is just off the shelf, but needs to be look up in a book containing pictures of diffrent DIY hardware, in the search for one that use D-cells. when going through the book there was a picture of a old danish disel train (a MY or MZ I belive) it was running through snow and it was blasting off it in 3-4 meters hight. Only thing odd about the picture, is that the ground around the tracks, was a green with grass and flowers snow was only on the train itself.

I never get back to they guy in the wheelchair. I find myself at work.

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Date 2010-04-01

I was parked in the middle of a street, apparently, I was emptying a rather huge mailbox, at the size you post letters to, not a normal private one you receive letters in :-). A car was aproaching from the right, but street was wide enough for the car to pass. In the mail, there was a invite som something from a classmate I had not spoken to for the past 15 years, also I got a 80GB Seagate back from RMA \o/ was packed in a lovely looking anti-static bag.

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Date 2010-04-03

It was winter and dark. I was at Gyro Gearloose place, he was to invent a machine for me so I could become invisible when activating he. He manage to do that (naturally). It had great resemblance to a electro-welding machine. I used it to go un-noticed into a attic of a house, but when I got up there, there was no normal wall outlet for it, only those twisted outlets for IT equipment that you can not put a normal schouko plug into. Needless to say, I was discovered. But now I was on the attic of my grandmother. Told her I was checking the roof for leaks so that water would not damage the insulation or ceiling in her living room. Concluded I would need some screws so went out to get them. Outside it was still dark and winter-like, not snowy, but cold and harsh. I was surprised my car was not there and saw my mother arrive by bus, waving. I quickly waved back and start walking to the DIY-store. On my way I passed the gas-station, a few young ppl (20ish) were standing there and in the pale light of the fluorescent light, I thought I saw an old mate of mine that I had not seen in 12 years. I did not stop but was called out for by another mate. I asked him about the first one but he did not know him. He told me that my dad and mother had borrowed the car and the left front wheel had blow, but they had already had it replaced. price: 10K DKR. I tried to tell him, he must be mistaken of the price, as I recall a new set (4..) of tiers had cost me about 3K4 DKR a year or 2 ago. But he insisted. We were now in a auto repair-shop. nobody was there and it was still dark. I showed him several tiers that cost only 400 DKR so surely it could not have costed 10K. We also looked at a Peogout car, it had a nice red colour but the model was all wrong, it was a 4-series but it was named "460" as if it was a Volvo.. Very strange. All of a sudden, my mate had found the screws I needed for the roof, yet I had not told him about it and we were still at the auto repair-shop.. anyway we went back.

I was now in a room I did not know, it was long and narrow, had a table and about 10 chairs, as if it was a lunch-room/container at a work-site. I was sitting there and my parents where there. I was very angry, my voice sounded like thunder, demanding to know how the fuck one tier could cost 10K !! at first the reason was it was including labour, but still it was insane. then it was because my dad had approached the mechanic directly instead of booking a time or make an appointment with the head of the repair-shop. bill from mechanic was 5K and then another 5K from the manager.. This was insane to (and it really is!) I now demanded to see the invoice from both the mechanic and the manager, this was not possible.

Suddenly it is a sunny day. I am outside in a huge parking lot, with a Dremel(tm) cutting in the C-column of a car much like mine, I was searching for some number on the inside, cutting off small pieces at the time (5x5cm or so) searching. All the while my quality manager at work were standing some 30meters away claiming it should be there..

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Date 2010-04-10

I was a freelance reporter armed with a gun; there was some info-source who had made a meeting in a parking lot somewhere. Somehow I wind up there, and am in the back of a white van (my van?); sliding door opens, I pull my gun and slowly look/step out, and there is the info-source. He tells me of some Stalin-era soviet revival movement that is worth reporting about.

We go there somehow, and indeed, in the woods, many trucks with nuclear missiles being constructed/paraded around; lines and lines of pre-Stalin era russian soldiers in trenchcoat and with long rifles with long bayonet being produced from an assemlbly line in the sky or on a mountain (last bit of assembly line is a rail coming down from steep mountain side, but other assembly lines come from a gap in the mountains (the Path of the Dead, possibly). They behave drunk and savage, and start harassing and beating citizens (coming from another assembly line); at some point a soldier still hanging from his rail high above the ground tosses his rifle into a group of civilians (wood + bayonet + gravity + height = bad combo). Elsewhere, they are systematically torturing those opposing the regime. How nice.

A civilian or lower-rank soldier being harassed is told to pick up a ringing phone, but he apologises and says it's not his task and his superior officer should normally do that; soldier continues harassing and points up, and lo and behold, the place on the rail where the superior officer used to hang is empty, so "pick up the phone!", and eventually the guy does it; not sure if I am watching or I am actually that guy at that point.

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Date 2010-05-12

A former guy I worked with 2-3 years back and saw again last week during a seminar, was in my dream:

He had written alot of Christmas cards but had no stamps. Yet he had a time machine.. I was beamed back to 17xx, and was meet buy one or 2 bankrobbers, they helped me break into a large vault. They got the gold, I got a bag of stamps. they were red and I was pussled by there value: 2.27DKR, was a bit high for a stamp in 17xx (it currently is 5.25DKR I believe). THINK I got back to pressent time, but not sure. They guy needing the stamps might have been on a metal ladder outside and it was dark...

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Data 2010-05-16

I was playing the weekly national lottery, the numbers came on the screen but were in the wrong order, high->low rather than low->high as on my coupon. After working a bit on that, I discovered that I have 4 numbers right, with the price of 83DKR (11 Euro), Then I realize that not only I had the 4 numbers right, but also a 5th "extra" number right! My price was now a wooping 11K DKR (1477 Euro).

Then I woke up...

Authors note: I think this dream illustrates that I am modest guy.. or perhaps pessimistic, as the big price (7 numbers correct) has a price between 3 million and 10 million DKR ( 400K to 1.3M Euro).

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Date 2010-06-18

Part 1: I am with at friend at a bar/pub. at first it seams to be outdoor and there is some shooting a few streets away, people are not too distressed. Then it is indoor, filled with people and I believe there is live music as well. My friend gets up, perhaps going to the bar to order something, and I follow shortly. He has a proposal for me: He and his baby-daughter is regularly going to public pool/water-land and ask me if I would go instead of his child, as the child not realy wants to, but if he and just one other goes there at least 15h/month, there is a free meal for both of us each time we go there.. I need to think about that.

We are about to go back to the table we left with our drinks (pepsi max :-) ), when the live music returns, I now see it is "Lis & Per" (Danish folk-music, only ppl over 50 listen to that, and me). I pass them only to find that our table have 2 other guests now: Keld & Hilda Heik (same shit, diffrent ppl). I go sit next to Hilda, with a mix of fear and excitement (no, not THAT kind of excitement.) The music does not realy start again, we are all solving crosswords instead..

Part 2: I am at what appears to be a StarGate, with an army of people who are about to invade another country/tribe. The army is pretty low-tech, dark-agei'sh.. I am not one of them, but I go with them. At the other side of the gate, they find that they are not on earth, but on the moon! This does not surprise me, and the lack of O2 does not bother me, they on the other hand, hurry into a large building of steel and glass. Once inside, they beg me redial the gate so they can go home. After some mocking by yours truly, I dial it and they hurry out and through it. Pleased to see them go, I stay behind and look at the earth, it is so pretty so very clear to see. Suddenly, what appears to be my dads old Mazda 626 drives into view, the license plate looks like the one he actually had, but I could not be 100% sure it was him in it. It drove past me, turning up they ash-like dust on the surface, and backed up near a small hill, meanwhile, I was trying to climb another hill to get a signal on my cellphone, but with no luck, I concluded that the line of sight I had to earth was not enugh, as the small portion of the total view that made out for the earth, was too small for the signal to be strong enough. The car had stopped and it turns out it was my father, he was apparently going to the dump with something (mind you, we were still on the moon) I started to explain about the StarGate and the invading forces, but he did not really want to know or care. He showed me his new phone, witch was Identical to mine, and complained about the charger was also the usb wire (as it is on his digi-cam (but it is not on my phone...).

Part 3: Sadly, I do not remember this part very good, except that I was at work, and a co-worker of mine showed my a book he had written and had the hole front covered in a very majestic picture of himself, looking very sophisticated.

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Date 2010-06-21

I will use the "I can't remember it well" excuse on this one as well - I was walking around with a .45 or heavier revolver or pistol, shooting animals and people who (if smart) were running away from me. Careful aim and a single shot got rid of most of them; a liberal splash of blood could be seen where they were hit, after which they fell over. I remember at some points it was physically hard to squeeze the trigger, and also that there actually was a storyline which I forgot, unfortunately.