Sunday, January 29, 2012

I Am Jack's Smirking Revenge



Too many bad/weird dreams as of late.  I hope it's not suggestive of some inner turmoil of sorts.  One about my late Grandfather about which I won't get into detail.  One about a black gentleman that I performed CPR on (successfully) but still it was scary and one about a war.

I was a soldier in a war against Russia.  In some dilapidated Russian village I had the assignment of securing a nearby building, by any means necessarily.  I had what I think is a .22 rifle, which, according to my father is difficult to kill someone with.  But I shot and killed nearly everyone in the building, reluctantly of course.  I felt the actual dread and weight of my actions within and long after my dream.  War has steadily climbed my list of most disliked things.

I don't take any medications, what is causing these wild dreams?

I rest part of the blame with the show Rescue me, which is so loaded with outrageous emotionally extreme situations that anybody, even someone as seemingly emotionally distant as I am, is a little affected/effected (Could never sort those two out).

I need to watch Rocky 4 and reassure myself that Rocky Balboa thwarted actual war with Russia.  How come this history books conveniently leave that out??

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