Tales from the sun chaser.

I'm at my house, my brother K and my pops are there. Jeff shows up and asks for a marker. I have this really nice sharpie that makes bordered lines whenever you write that I was using. I decided to give it to him, if he had something good to trade. He offered me a superman toy, and tried to really sell it like it was good, but there were no moving parts. I told him I didn't like superman that much to begin with. He tucked it away in his backpack and pulled out a card. It was some marvel subscription that had a nice discount to it. I told him yeah, I'll take it, and then he just threw it as hard as he could in my face.

I walked off to the refrigerator to grab something, and calm down, and when I came back there were like 5 injuries on the football game. The Eagles and Dolphins were playing. I caught the last one, it was a pretty brutal hit on a kickoff return.

Something happens here....like the next dream starts, or I'm just in the void and someone tells me about fighting nightmares or dream demons. I can't recall who it was, but they said I'd be doing it in my lucids. I naturally followed this up with a WBTB which requires it's own entry.

So I immediately went back to sleep, and I ended up at church. SGT G was there, and he wanted to wrestle me for some reason. I planted him on the ground, and all this stuff of his fell out his pockets everywhere. I felt kinda bad for him, because I think he got hurt pretty bad. I was picking up the stuff, and Jeff came up, and started talking about forming a rap group. He sat in this chair and kept trying to convince me, with his thick southern accent. He started talking about how we're wasting time and getting older. He said "hell, I'm older than my father now", "we gotta do somethin' cuz". I couldn't help but laugh.