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Author: Artemis





I'm in the forest.

I'm walking along in a creek bed about knee deep in water when

I come across a wide shallow pool fronted by a several meters wide,

not particularly ferocious waterfall. It's pretty but not

really "Postcard" material.



In the pool there is a group of a dozen or so Mexicans wearing

cutoffs and bathing suits, splashing and playing about.

as I walk by one of them yells;



"Hey! How's it going?",



and the group starts to make its way over to me

One guy then asks if I speak spanish and I say "No"



At this point I recognize the scenario (dream logic)

He's going to say;



"That's okay. My brother's bilingual; He can hit you with

BOTH hands",



and Then I'll get clubbed by the big guy standing next to him.

So, before that can happen I smash the speaker in the face

and start running...



I wake up in a hospital bed on an army base.

My left hand is on the bedside table and my index and middle

fingers are resting in a specimen jar half filled with

thickening blood and I realize (dream logic again) that

I'm supposed to fill the jar so I tense the muscles in my

hand and fill the jar the rest of the way.

I remove my fingers (no wounds on them?)and try to get out of

the bed.

I'm completely uncoordinated and woozy.

A nurse comes over and tells me I have to stay in the bed

a while longer and I tell her that I need to visit the mens

room.

She helps me to stand up and takes me out of the wing

through an open air quad. Soldiers in fatigues run by in formation

and I'm drawing some odd looks from passersby.



Near the door to the mens room is a soldier hunkered down

with his back against the wall smoking a cigarette;

It's Charlie Sheen. (Huh?)

While I'm micturating(no graceful way to state it, sorry)

I can hear Charlie and the nurse conversing in hushed tones.



I'm at the sink washing my hands and in the mirror

what I at first took to be dirt or leftover camo makeup

is revealed to be a network of cracks radiating from my temple

all down the right side of my face.(like the finish on an old

pocelain dolls face)

The cracks are deep and filled with blood that runs sluggishly

from some unseen source. There is no pain.



As I leave the restroom the nurse announces that it is time

for meds and gives me a triangular, lavender coloured pill.

I spit it back into my hand when she's not looking; paranoid

that I'm being experimented upon.

A few moments later I decide "What the hell!" and pop the pill

back into my mouth.(shameless stimulus junkie that I am)

I figure, no matter what, it will be an experience.

I have difficulty getting it down and have to ask for a glass

of water.



At this point I woke up in dire need of the lavatory.



on a side note I have neither been in the military nor ever desired to be nor have any members of my family so where that came from I've no clue.



additionally, when recalling the dream at this time, the nurse seems to have been Darryl Hannah, though whether she was at the time of the dreaming is uncertain.

Soldiers

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