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Heyyall. Been a while.

Here's another "great" dream experience I had last night. This one involves death, the military and crying... LOTS of crying... Suffice to say, the last dream was much more pleasant...

So I'm in the military... (I know, right?) Steve is also in the military, and in my platoon nonetheless. My group of guys are fighting all 'trench-warfare' style against the Germans and we (my platoon) are not doing so well. It is five or six of us against an entire battalion of German troops. I'm not in command, but as I look around, sort of in a panic might I add, I see our commanding officer get gunned down. As the dream was progressing, I knew that I was the next in command, so I knew I wold have to take control...

Only problem was that my command lasted a few seconds, because after looking up again, I saw two or three of my guys get shot. One of them survived and I told him to lay down behind me. It was just Steve and me fighting an entire barrage of Germans now. Now I'm kneeling next to the wounded soldier and I look up to tell Steve we needed to get out of there and he looks down at me momentarily to acknowledge what I had said...

Next, I see his chest explode... He collapses next to me with his eyes still open and I immediately start to cry because then I realize the guy who had fallen behind me is now dead and I was the last one left. Completely alone.

Through the tears, I realize the Germans begin to advance on our trench. I think there were maybe four of them sprinting towards me. I remember shooting two of them as they were running for me. One of the two left I remembered was the captured German guy from "Saving Private Ryan" who said, "Fuck Hitler... Fuck Hitler." He was the only one I clearly remembered entering our trench. This was where the weird video game rules came into play. One of them got a shot in and it caught me in the thigh. I fell onto my back and began shooting at the "SPR" guy. I got him in the arms, legs and chest but none of the shots phased him. I immediately thought of those games like Quake, Counter Strike and GTA that actually counted the percentage of shots that hit the different parts of the body. Instantly, I relaized that in order to stop this guy from killing me, I had to get him in the head...

I got him in the head just as he lifted his weapon to finish me off and, therefore, finish off my platoon. He fell ontop of Steve's body and all went quiet. The tears were pouring... My God, it was unstoppable. Next, I must have passed out because the next thing I remembered was me being lifted out of the trench by three other soldiers like I was an injured athlete being carried off the field. I looked back at my platoon and was still crying, Jesus. They carried me directly into a room where there was a table with a few dozen medals on it. They told me that what we did along with the fact that I survived was the most amazing thing in the war to that point, but they couldn't afford to give a ceremony for my platoon or me, so they let me pick the medal I was to recieve from that room of dallar-store medals. There were colors like purple, yellow, red, and blue I remember. I also remember that ironically, yellow was for courage or bravery. I was still crying in that room even, saying that I was the only one left and remembering what I witnessed and what I had to do.

I woke up to the sound of Lynn's text message asking me if I was coming to the beach, so I don't know what medal I had chosen...

But I think I was eyeing a purple one...

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