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June 12th, 2006
10:51 am - Dream
I had a dream I was a soldier. The uniforms looked like that of the Delone Marching Band. The Soldiers were my friends from school. Some who graduated in previous years had come back just for this occasion. Just to help us fight this war. The enemies were aliens, and that's all we knew about them. I suspected not much difference in their own society from our planet's society. I didn't think we had to fight this war.
The battlefield was my dead grandfather's estate.
Everyone was nervous and downcast because we knew some people would die.
I remember from an earlier segment in the dream that some of our friends had already died, or close to it.
Erik Smith had a collapsed lung from an enemy sniper bullet. (He has a collapsed lung in real life, but not from any bullet.)
I turned to Cory W. "Good to see you, man."
He half-smiled and said to me with tears in his eyes "Just fighting for the cause with my friends."
Andy Norman was next "I was wondering what happened to you, man."
He was still mostly unshaven, as I remember him. His blunt voice barked back: "I knew I had to help you pussies with this one."
I then noticed that as we were getting dressed in our uniforms, the enemy army was getting dressed in the same place, like a band competition.
They were already dressed, except the 2 straps that closed their jackets weren't clipped.
One of them clipped their bottom clip and a superior barked at him and he quickly undid it.
They ceremoniously clipped them all together on their superiors commands, and I wondered why something like getting dressed was so ceremonious.
Their faces were all covered up with cloth masks and I walked up to an obviously female member of the enemy army and said "what do you look like under those masks, just like us?" She said in a voice that sounded like an innocent, pretty highschool human girl "Well, we have your ears."
In this war, we had respect for the enemy, like the Civil War. In the 1860s, Northerners and Southerners would party in Maryland before they went off to enlist in the army and kill each other. This was like that.
This alien enemy girl started hanging around me before the fighting began and she eventually took off her mask and head covering and I got to see her face.
She was a beautiful, brunette, blue-eyed girl who looked perfectly normal and human in every detail.
"You're just like us."
"No, we're different...see our fingers..."
I pulled off my uniform glove and held up my fingers.
"Oh. I guess we are the same."
I wondered what misconceptions their planet had about us, like we had about them. I wondered why they were killing so many of the people that I had gone to classes with and talked to and cared about.
We stood there with our arms around each other and I leaned down (she was rather short) and whispered to her "Do you want to run away from the battlefield when the fighting starts?"
"Yes. I've always wanted to hide under the barn."
"I'll take you there."
This barn was my grandfather's old barn which no longer stands in real life.
I just woke up, like, 20 minutes ago and this dream stuck with me.
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June 8th, 2006
01:29 am
stolen from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fleshcanoe
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