Tales from the sun chaser.

(brief lucidity, but I wont count it as a LD)

I'm back in the military, and theres some sort of hostage situation going on. Theres this big black guy who has a guy, and hes carefully moving him to a van. Several people have this guy surrounded with weapons, and I have no idea whats going on.

The guy shoots the random DC and shoves him in the front seat, and then points to and says "you're coming with me". I get in the van, and we drive off. He starts asking me questions about what type of vehicles I'm qualified to drive. He rambles them all off in numerics. I lie to him and tell him no, no, no, no. I tell him I didn't learn how to drive any vehicle, because I don't want to get caught up with whatever this guy has planned.

He starts asking me how much does it cost to clean up a vehicle this size at the carwash, and I tell him about five dollars with of tokens. I look down, and I notice I have the dead DC's blood all over me. From the looks of it, it's been there for at least an hour. We're coming up to a tank unit, and he tries to adjust the dead guy in the front seat to make it look like he's sleeping. He's having a hard time because rigamortis has already set in, and I hear all of the DC's bones in his right arm cracking. We pull up, and I get out.

Theres this brunette girl who looks like she's been out in field training for for several weeks. Her skin is tanned, and dirty and she's wearing a dark blue shirt and shorts. A male soldier is telling her to take off her shirt, and she does. I felt incline to stop them, but it was too late. She's not wearing a bra, and I can see the true colour of her skin.

At this moment, I FA into another dream where Someones asking me about what's happened, and I tell them what happened in the dream. They tell me with the information I provided I they can stop the guy who's behind it. I remember seeing a necklace that was in the shape of a T formed out of two mirroring handguns.

I'm back in the orginal dream, I'm looking around for that girl, but she's not there, she's on the tank. The guy in the van is gone. I take a few moments to look at the outfit that I'm wearing. It's standard military gear. I walk around, and see the girls shirt lying on the ground. I decided to pick it up and put in my back pocket.