:: begin dream sequence ::

someone wanted to fight me. a big guy, twice my size. someone that i went to school with, and for some reason, they thought that i was a mean person. that i had done something bad. and i'm not a fighting person, but they were hell bent on fighting me.

so i fight them. and from nowhere, i kick their ass. as i'm beating them into a pulp, i'm explaining that the rumors about me are wrong, and that they should tell everyone else that i'm not a bad person, i just want to be nice to people, but don't get on my bad side, because i'll kick their ass.

:: dream shift ::

i'm in training to be on some sort of special police force or something. there are alot of people in training with me. many from school, college and before. tom from akamai is there, for some reason.

i see this girl showing other people karate moves. she leaps into the air, demonstrating kicks. someone sees me watching her, and asks why i am so amazed by her. i tell them that she is doing stuff that should not be possible. double roundhouse kicks to a inverted hammer kick, fifteen feet in the air. for some reason, the girl is only wearing sweatpants, with tape over her breasts.

i realize that i don't have my uniform on. i left it in the bus. i go back to the bus, and get on, looking for the bag that i have my stuff in. i find it, and am about to get out the door when the driver takes off, going very fast. i'm at the door, contemplating jumping, when he tells me that this is part of the training. he slows down to a reasonable speed,and i jump out of the door, running to keep from falling. people laugh and cheer.

:: dream shift ::

i'm sitting in a room with other trainees, talking. i look over,and there's a group of ten or fifteen of them, all talking. i notice that they all have bleached hair, and mosly have the same haircut. i recognize one of them, but i cannot remember who it is. i think to myself how stupid it is to bleach your hair the same as all your friends.

:: dream shift ::

we're all in a room that ends up being a plane, the old kind of world war two bomber type plane. and the pilot is trying to land it, diving sharply down through dense fog, unsure of where the ground is. the clouds are red and brown, we're going through them blind. i hold onto a table for support, sure of the crash landing.

the plane smashes into the water, water flowing over the windshield. everyone panics. the plane levels off in the water, still moving forward, and we're coming out of the water, up a steep ramp with cliffs on both sides, the plane just barely fits.

at the top of the ramp, the plane stops, and we all get out. this the second half of the training camp. this is where they are teaching the fighting moves, and shooting. there's a shooting range that we all have to partake in.

i see someone i know and i go up to talk to them. as i'm, talking to them, someone comes up with an old woman. the old woman is sad. her companion says that she's in mourning because she lost her son to the training camp when he died while parachuting. everyone is hugging her and consoling her.

when i hug her, i tell her that i feel her pain, and i know what it's like. she asks what my name is. i tell her, and suddenly she looks at me like she already knows. i can see in her eyes that she knew my mother, and she knows of my loss.

someone from the class, this girl that is annoying overseed the whole thing and starts pestering me about how i feel her pain. i tell her bluntly, that i will never tell her. i walk away. she gets offended, and comes up to me. i tell her that it's not her, i will never tell anyone. i walk away.

:: dream shift ::

i'm at the shooting range for the camp, and they are taking people to the range in groups of ten. the next group is practicing. they are pointing their guns, which look like pistols, but have barrels the size of rifles, at the wall, making shooting sounds. the person closest to me is getting a little too much into it, yelling at the target, and making believe that he is shooting bad people, talking shit to them. we all laugh at the things that he is saying.

someone asks for volunteers to help with something. tom volunteers, and it turns out that tom has to dissasemble these huge guns and reassemble them into the guns that we are using. he is pissed.

:: finish dream sequence ::