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I had this dream where I had to pose as someone else for a year. This kid had one more year of college baseball left, and he would be going to the majors. I don't remember the guys name, or the guy who set me up for the job, but I was amazed during most of the dream, no even noticed it wasn't him. Then finally I walked up to a mirror and saw why. I was someone else entirely. I guess I was that guy.

Time started winding down, and eventually the guy who hired me to do it showed up. I think we met in some secret room in an airport. He was with this other guy who was going to fill in for some other persons life, but we had a little bit of time to chit chat. The guy used the term "closing out" when referring to filling in for someone. He talked about some of intricacies of people in the past, like how they held things, and it compared it to holding a baseball. He said knowing a person's habits is like knowing exactly how much pounds of press that person puts in each finger in order to imitate it.

He was telling me that the thumb and pinky were the most important fingers, and sometimes he'd just stop, and talk about another former job he had. The other guy talked to me, and he said he was going to show for someones award ceremony, and stay there until the entire event ended. Apparently the guy he was "closing out" for didn't know how to dance.

I even asked him about doing another job in the future, and he said "we'll contact you if we need yah kid". And we all went our separate ways. I saw J sitting on a long bench with some other people, and sat down next to him and started talking. He was asking me what I have i been up to, and I told him that I just spent the past year being someone else. This other guy leaned forward from his bench, and looked directly at me. He had this look of intrigue and anger on his face and spoke. "What did you say you did!?". I looked at him, and noticed that the man was actually the father of the guy I replace. I quickly corrected myself and said "nah, I'm kidding, it was just a dream where I was someone else". The father leaned back, and demanded that I tell him about this "dream" I had. And I started giving away parts of the details.

Some random DC came up to me and interrupted me by telling some jokes, and I woke up.

Ahsaka's Dreams

1. I was in the midst of working on a speech for an upcoming event when outside I heard the faint strains of violin music. It was Summer by Vivaldi. I went outside and followed the music to try find out where it was coming from.

2. I don't know why but I was left in charge of watching several kindergarten aged kids. There was something important I was supposed to be thinking about but the kids wouldn't allow me any time to think. They kept climbing on me and trying to play with me.

3. I was at a family get together. My sister was talking almost non stop, bragging about the places she's been and seen. It was rather annoying and I tried to ignore her by starting my own conversation with my brother. He had just started talking about his kids when my sister interrupted and started bragging about how wonderful and intelligent her little sons were. She happened to mention that they would be going to Mexico because her son was learning about it in school.

Quite suddenly I remembered writing, To Mexico or bust!! somewhere. I then decided that I would tag along with my sister to Mexico in an effort to further my own personal educational aspirations. i told her that I would come with her.

The dream scene changed. We were sitting in an airport. I was surprisingly calm and devoid of my fear of flying and I thought that this was very strange. I did a reality check simply because the lack of fear was unnatural for me. I quickly found out that I was dreaming.

I became anxious. I wanted to get to Mexico ASAP. I had the overwhelming feeling that this dream would be a short one. I attempted teleportation but found that I was anchored quite formidably in the airport. I tried spinning to change the scene but that did not work either. It only drew suspicious stares from the people around me. My sister looked very ashamed of me.

I knew the dream would end soon. I had not time to spare. If I could not get to Mexico maybe I could find Yeon in the airport crowd. I started yelling "Yeon" hoping someone would answer. No answer came so I began yelling "Windhover! I know you're here. It's me!" Still no answer. By this time I didn't particularly care that a crowd of bug eyed onlookers had gathered around me. I stood up on a bench and continued yelling, at the top of my lungs, for Windhover.

I woke up quite suddenly, frustrated that I had not gotten to Mexico or found Yeon/Windhover.

This was one of my most vivid dreams I have experienced in a while. The scene began with me, my mom, and my dad standing at the airport in line waiting for this woman to get her bags checked. She opened up one of her bags and she had a scorpion inside her bag and in another bag she had a fish. The TSA stopped her and started questioning her, and we had missed our flight due to her stopping the line. We later came outside and started walking around. The dream then proceeded to me and my parents being questioned with other people in the airport. The TSA agent showed us a cool little toy that he threw at the wall and it came back to him. I believe it was a taser. Then a gunfight broke out and one of my relatives but not my mom or dad had died. It was one of my relatives but they were really far away from me meaning that they weren't close to me. So after a gun fight broke out and we all started shooting each other. I got shot and then I woke up.

The second dream I had was me, dad, mom, grandma, and grandpa somewhere in Alaska. We had arrived and got into some car and we were driving and we saw about 100 cruise ships all leaving the harbor and I said to my dad that I was on one of those cruises(which I was in RL) and he said no! That's the Emerald Princess(which i was not on) and we later started driving to my grandparents house. It began snowing extremely heavily and we began driving faster. My grandma mentioned to my dad to start driving faster because the wheels would lock up in the snow. We started driving and then arrived at my grandparent's house. My grandparent's left the car and entered this creepy looking house. The dream ended after that.

07-09-11 I am in an airport with a woman on a raised walkway that leads out to the gates. It is nighttime and the walkway we are on is very narrow and not surrounded by railings, which disturbs me and makes me wonder slightly.
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I am in a car with a woman. She is a vampire and has hostile intentions either towards me or someone else and I plan on stopping her. However I have some sort of relationship to her and don't want to hurt her.

She might be Pam off True Blood. The way I subdue her by holding her by the neck but she refuse to lay off. In the end I start calling out for Xavier, who is her maker, telepathically for him to come and pick her up.

I manage to get hold of him, which is a weird conversation taking place in utter darkness inside my head. He comes to pick her up and as he does so he stuffs the car full of duvets and mattresses and then procedes to shove her in.
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I am in a house unpacking speaking with my dad. As we are unpacking my parents' neighbour's cats emerge and start making themselves comfortable.

They don't particularly want to go back to their owner though they are supposed to. Castello, though a darker and leaner version of himself, start climbing up a closet.

Clyde is lying on the floor under a table.
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Speaking with my dad, he is drunk and he is talking about the amount of stuff Freddy bought in a shop.

Just fragments tonight, but I'll post them anyway.

1st fragment: I was playing a broken Minecraft adventure map, and after reading many complaints on the forums about how the map was poorly drawn and upside down and all that, I played it anyway. I glanced at a yellowed, ink-drawn map with some villages and towns marked as circles at several times throughout the dream. The dream fragment ends when I am sneaking around a dock and examining a boring ship, preparing for a voyage, from around a building.

2nd fragment: I was at an airport parking lot at dawn. I had been in this exact setting before, on vacation. I walked up to the typical reflection of a bored, unenthusiastic, minimum wage, college-aged teenager at a ticket booth. He wore a Lowe's Uniform. I was about to pay a ticket, but then I was shocked into lucidity. It was so ungraceful I almost tipped over.
Sadly, my first thought was how lightly I was sleeping. I could start to feel the pillow under my shoulders. Focus... focus...
My eyes, in waking life, opened. After several attempts to DEILD, I decided I was too awake to fall asleep again.

BiscuitHappyz's Dream

Just fragments tonight, but I'll post them anyway. Sorry I'm so late posting, I'm aware that the first 28th attempt is already posted. >_>

1st fragment: I was playing a broken Minecraft adventure map, and after reading many complaints on the forums about how the map was poorly drawn and upside down and all that, I played it anyway. I glanced at a yellowed, ink-drawn map with some villages and towns marked as circles at several times throughout the dream. The dream fragment ends when I am sneaking around a dock and examining a boring ship, preparing for a voyage, from around a building.

2nd fragment: I was at an airport parking lot at dawn. I had been in this exact setting before, on vacation. I walked up to the typical reflection of a bored, unenthusiastic, minimum wage, college-aged teenager at a ticket booth. He wore a Lowe's Uniform. I was about to pay a ticket, but then I was shocked into lucidity. It was so ungraceful I almost tipped over.
Sadly, my first thought was how lightly I was sleeping. I could start to feel the pillow under my shoulders. Focus... focus...
My eyes, in waking life, opened. After several attempts to DEILD, I decided I was too awake to fall asleep again.

I was travelling. I was on what looked like a cruise boat with Rob and Sarah. We're heading somewhere. Manila?

Then I was with Lizette, at night, in the airport. A driver. We tried to catch up to the train.

Afternoon at home, with a wonderful garden, and then a couple of pools. One is wide and deep, with various sea creatures and plants. The other is a small one, with a few creatures and plants.

Morning. Woke up in the limo with Lizette, in an unfamiliar place. Lizette then said we have to hurry because she has to buy the ingredients to cook our meal in the Bacolod marketplace. I then thought that there's a marketplace called Bacolod in Iloilo. We got down and took a ride on a trisikad (pedicab). It was too heavy because there are too many people. The others went down, so we can ride. Bhebs was there.

We arrived. I tried to pay, and found only one P20 bill. Then it multiplies each time. I took one and gave it to the driver.

We arrived in the home and the colors and the sheer unfamiliarity of the place made me lucid.

LUCID:

I realized I was in a dream. Told the two women there I was dreaming, and they were simply indifferent. I looked around. It was bright yellow; not the usual dull yellow I experience in non-lucid dreams. I observed, and rubbed my hands together to stay lucid longer. I saw a small mirror, and found blue, gooey stuff between my eyes. I took them out. Then my eyebrows are sharp and connected. I saw my right nipple, on the bigger mirror of my room inside our home, and it was wide, with what looked like outgrowth of the same color. I looked down at it.

I tried flying, by jumping up, but I only ended up a few feet up in the air, and through the 2nd floor. I saw the 2nd floor. I went down. I also tried opening the eyes of a sleeping woman.

I went out of the house, saying it's too stuffy. I rubbed my hands as I went out to make sure that I stay lucid. I keep telling myself to focus. There were three words in my mind about focus, but I forgot what they were. They keep interchanging, like how things are when I start to fall asleep.

Afternoon. I ended up in what looked like the Eras Station, but it was wider, and looked more like a plaza. I jumped, but still stuck a few feet up in the air. Then I sensed my feet as if it's still flat on the floor. I thought that it might be because my real body is stepping on something. Then I raised my right hand in a Superman position, and curved my feet, and then I flew.

Night. I flew up the tin roofs of squatters, almost hitting the roof. Still need to take more control. There were other people flying, and they were talking to me.

Lost lucidity.

I landed in a squatter area. there are tin roofs that were turned into walls/gates. One was opened, and there are people playing computer games.

I was at home. I was in the other room. I accidentally disconnected the internet connection. Sister was in my room, using the computer, and asked when the internet will return. I told her in a minute. I reconnected it. There are people outside the window.

NOTES:

- I slept from around 2 or 3 pm to around 9:30 pm. I was extremely well rested.
- I slept around 12 or 1 am.
- I completed all sets and subsets of the Tattwas right before sleeping.
- I woke up once in a while.
- I decided I will LD.
- I had almost no RC the whole day, except just remembering it before sleep to LD.

Dream - Lucid

I was in an airport I think. I saw Chris walking by, and we met eyes. We both couldn't stop staring at one another. I didn't think he was going to want to talk to me or see me, but he came up to me and hugged me. I hugged him back. I felt the old, familiar feeling of my arms wrapping around him, but not all the way because he's big. I was so, so happy to be in that moment! It was a beautiful feeling.

More things happened, I walked somewhere with him and talked to some other people, but I can't remember any more details. The main thing I recall is the feeling of hugging him and the happiness it brought me.

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I was sitting on the couch in my living room at my house in my hometown. I looked to my left towards the entrance to the room, and saw my friend Jase and some of his friends standing there. More of them started to come into the room. Jase was apparently having some sort of get together with his friends at my house. I felt a little irked, because he never asked me if it was ok for him to do that.

Then, I was sitting on the other side of the couch. Jase and his buddies were all in the living room. I remember Jase sitting on one of the chairs with someone else. Jase saw me and said
"Krista!" He then gave me a big hug.
On the other side of the couch sat my mom. I leaned over to her, pointed to Jase and whispered
"See that guy? He's my communist friend. He didn't ask if it was ok for him to do this."
My mom then started to talk to Jase and ask him questions. The one that I remember was
"Do you still keep up with your journal?" (journal=blog in this context). She said something about reading his journal.

Then, I saw something on the TV. It was some sort of indie political movie.
"Typical," I thought to myself.

Then, I looked at the coffee table, and there was a Scrabble board on it. It was totally full of letters; there were no empty spaces. I started to mess with the letters, taking some of them off the board, and then figured I should ask Jase if his friends and he were done with the game. I asked, and he said yes. As I asked, I noticed that I kept sniffling and my throat was sore. It was like I was coming down with a bad cold.

I then started to play with the letters on the coffee table. I was, for some reason, trying to spell the word "FULL". I couldn't find two L's. I thought I had at first, but realized I had two U's instead. I thought about using a blank tile in place of an L, but then thought that was silly, since I had all the letters right in front of me. I finally spelled it. The tiles looked something like this:

[F]
[ ] [ ] [U] [ ] [ ]
[L]
[L]

I then was in or playing some sort of video game where it was like I was in space trying to jump onto a swinging platform, and I kept falling because my timing was wrong. When I finally made it, I had to talk to some woman and show her a key. I showed it to her, and it looked like this ceramic knife my mom bought in waking life. She took the sheath off of the knife, which looked like a ceramic key now, and said that it was the wrong thing. She gave it back and I re-sheathed it.

Hello Everyone! Welcome to my second entry of my Dream Journal. I actually had a really vivid dream last night, and I think I'm really starting to improve on my recall so I hope you enjoy today's entry. This is probably my most vivid dream this month and me feeling a bit sick last night is probably why. (I find if you're sick, the vividness of your dreams increase). However, I was actually able to recall a lot of it today because my recent journaling and the fact that my mind is getting used to recalling dreams.

Anyways, I've made a list of some goals that I want to accomplish:

[ ] - Have a dream, in a dream, in a dream.
[ ] - Have a lucid dream.
[ ] - Create Buildings, have inspiration for my architectural works.
[ ] - Sit in a Paris café and make fruit explode everywhere. (+1 if you know the reference).
[ ] - Fly in an LD.
[ ] - Eat a sandwich on Mt. Everest.
[ ] - Start a Dream Riot.
[ ] - Have an LD watermelon.
[ ] - Chill on the moon.
[ ] - Get into a car chase in the middle of Amsterdam while driving a mini from "The Italian Job".
[ ] - Attempt to share a dream (no politics, just want to see what happens).
[ ] - Make dream time last longer. (Apparently possible )

Anyways, if anything gets accomplished I'll check it off here. I'll let you know in future posts if I've added anything.

- Cheers!

July 28 - 29, 2011 - Airports and Beaches

Vividness: 7 / 10
Lucid?: No
# of Dreams: 2

Guide:

[-] Lucid
[-] Non - Lucid
[-] DC talk
[-] Notes

Dream 1
I am at an airport. Its completely empty and deserted. I walk around hardly noticing the fact that there isn't any people. I keep walking and I soon find myself in the terminal area. I look around and see a woman working behind the counter of a café. She looks at me and smilies,
"Can I get you anything?" I look at her and tell her I just want a glass of water. She quickly hands me a glass of water and I keep walking around the airport with a glass of water in my hands.

Yeah, so I basically stole that glass and never gave it back. I'm such a jerk in my dreams.

I keep walking and I see a place to sit. The roof is covered in glass to let sunlight in, unfortunately it was a cloudy day so it was quite dark. I sit down in an orange beach chair and fall asleep inside my dream.

Probably inspired from Schipol Airport in Amsterdam, where they have reclining beach chairs to sit down in, right in the middle of the airport. It looked very similar to this area in the airport.

Dream 2:
I then start to have a second dream, It's on the coast of an island. The borders which surround the beach and transition the beach area to the urban area seem familiar. They are stone archways with stone walls indented inside of them. The beach however on a sunny day would possibly be quite warm, however, today the beach was somewhat cold and windy. There were not many people here either and the people who are, are just taking a stroll on the beach. As I keep walking by the oceanside, with the water crashing under my feet, the terrain quickly changes into a rocky area. The terrain now is rocky and just below these very tall cliffs. I remember seeing seagulls perched on top of the rocks. When the waves crashed, the seagulls would move until the water was gone and land back on the rocks. They repeated this process over and over again. I kept walking along the rocks.

I was then woken up by my alarm clock.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an airport with my mom and a man, probably my mom's old boyfriend, JT. The airport was large, with huge, tall corridors, and it seemed pretty empty. We were trying to get my mom to one flight and me to another flight. J and possibly my mom (or I?) were dragging along one of those pull-type suitcases on wheels.

We went through one corridor with a tall, wide window wall. Off to the left, at the far end of that corridor, was a smaller hallway that was apparently an actual terminal. We then went through another large area that somehow reminded me of a mall, even though I can't remember any stores being there.

We then got to an area that looked like a back area somehow. It was huge, multi-leveled, with an escalator going down to a lower level, and it had polished, beige, marble walls. I felt like we had to be close to where my mom's flight was taking off. It seemed like a relief to me. I knew that once I had gotten my mom onto her flight, I could get onto mine.

But now my mom left me and J. She walked to the far end of the area and up to something that looked like a customer service or returns counter in a department store. She told us to wait a second, that she had to take care of something.

I knew that my mom was going to take forever doing what she was doing. So I just left her and J. I ran away from them, looking over my shoulder and waving as I told them that I wished I could wait for them, but that my flight was leaving.

I ran through the area with the glass wall and the smaller hallway. I had a feeling my specific gate was far away from here. I wasn't actually quite sure where it was. I looked at the clock on my phone. It gave some time around 4 PM. I thought that was fine. I didn't need to catch my flight until 4:30.

But then I thought it over. I was really far away from my gate, I didn't know where my gate was, and I was already within half an hour of my departure time. That's when you start getting cut out of your flight! I looked at my watch twice more. First it said 4:08, then it said 4:13. I realized that I was in trouble, even if I found my gate right now.

I took my phone down from my face. I was now actually running outside. The airport was like a mall, or more like an agglomeration of big-box stores. There were different airlines indicated outside of different buildings. Some airlines had their own buildings.

I was up on some kind of asphalt slope, looking down to the buildings. I ran around the corner of the airport and then for a certain distance more. I then looked at the building closest to me. It had signs for a number of different airlines. But I was looking for Continental.

I knew that if I had gotten to this building, I had gone way past the building with Continental in it. I even looked down at a ticket or card I held, which was red and said "Continental Airlines" on it in blue lettering.

I turned around and began running again. I was pretty sure that there was absolutely no chance that I could catch this flight. But I figured that I might as well keep trying. I looked up at the sky, which was a kind of gentle blue, tinged with a pale, golden yellow. I may have seen a bird or an airplane flying through the sky.

Aqua's Dream

I am at a cafe with my mom in the Denver International Airport. Everything is white. The tables, chairs, floors, walls. My aunt and cousin come walking in. "What are you guys doing here?" My mom asked. My aunt said something about how they couldn't wait to see us so they flew here. My mom orders a coffee and the waitress comes and brings it to her. The waitress had pale white skin and was wearing a white dress. The coffee cup was white and guess what color the coffee was? White. My aunt orders a salad that is also completely white. I look around and do the nose plug RC. It fails and the dream ends.

I was so angry when I woke up. xD

[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of July 10-11, 2011.]

I'm in Sunday school, and we're playing a game-show-style game in which I am the lovely assistant. The contestant on the game show is creating a piece of ceramic art using a pottery wheel.

I'm in a large van that has stone benches instead of regular seats. The van is filled with good friends of mine, and we're watching something good on TV. The van morphs into an airplane, and I disembark.

The interior of the airport where I've landed is windowless, and the walls, floor, and ceiling are all a flat, industrial, dark gray color. The building has multiple, unequal, uneven levels with stairs leading from one to another. There is one very tangled staircase that takes you up, down, around, and across, turning several corners and going in several different directions, as you go from the bottom of it to the top. [It doesn't loop, though; it has a beginning and an end that are on different levels of floor, but it also has a ridiculous number of convolutions in between that make no sense.] I walk this entire staircase, from beginning to end.

I'm walking around trying to find baggage claim, but I can't; I get lost. I'm carrying three plastic tokens, which I'm supposed to use to claim my bags. I pass a large bag inspection checkpoint, and another checkpoint specifically for people who are traveling with marijuana plants. There are lines of people waiting at both checkpoints. Each person in the line for the latter checkpoint is carrying either a marijuana plant, or some cuttings from one. They're not forbidden on flights, they just have to be inspected first. I also pass behind the back side of the security checkpoint.

I try to climb into an area full of junk. I meet a small boy who decides to follow me into the area.

[Separate dream.] P. and I [I think] are fighting over the scheduling of our showers and hair-drying. I apologize for the fact that I have to wash my hair every day because it's so hot. I try to rush through my shower.

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Side notes:
This night was my very first night in my new place of residence. When I woke up in my new room for the first time and recalled my first dream there, my reaction was, “Hmm. I got lost in a confusing place. That isn't very reassuring.”

5:30 AM



Previous Home
Found myself out on the curb talking to my old best friend, Danx, and a few other DCs. It was dark and mildly warm outside. It was something of a chance meeting so the conversation dove directly into the "so what'cha bin' up to?" mode. Come to find out, Danx had bin living right around a couple corners on the road where I used to live. Oddly enough, we spent some time debating on where exactly this house was. We talked about what road it was on, where on the road was, how Long ago it was that I had lived there, and what it looked like. I remember saying that I had lived there about six months ago, however in reality It has bin over a year. Not sure what name of the road was in the dream but I think it was the correct name. The other odd thing was the features of the house. In the dream world there was a dome and such that don't exist in the real world. When all was said and done, we both agreed that he was living in my old house.

Lucid at the Airport (used to work at this airport in the rectangular building)
It was a bright, warm summer day just off the end of the runway at the tiny local airport. The was a Large rectangular building further away across a mostly abandoned and gravel cluttered parking lot. On the opposite side of me separating me from the airport was a tall chain-link fence. A familiar set of hills stood just behind the airport with their green oaks, dry brush and golden leaf and grass build up.

I had just walked out of the rectangular building and toward the fence accompanied by my Grandma. She was looking remarkably well and was bright and wise as ever. I don't remember much of the conversation but I remember that I was talking about all of my cares and worries. My Grandma looked at me as she handed me some keys and said "Oh you'll do a good job." (Note: The keys were for a small plane just like my Uncle John might fly and somehow I knew how to fly one in my dream. )

I headed toward the end of the fence in order to get to the airport and my Grandma headed back toward the rectangular building. "She was always so awesome" I thought as the realization that my Grandma had recently passed away and thus I must be dreaming. I remained calm this time and quickly checked my blurry left hand. The dream was fading fast and I felt myself tipping back and rotating sideways. I tried to stabilize by rubbing my hands together but they felt far apart and so I compromised by rubbing my thighs. I woke up anyway. Second lucid experience.

so im in an airport minding my own business and i hear some commotion from somewhere. i look to see this kid (like 8 or 9) stealing the shoes (literally) off some helpless traveller. im shocked and i want to do something about it but the kid is getting away. hes already gotten outside but when he looks back into the airport through the glass walls i make eye contact with him and point to let him know this shit is unacceptable.

then (very much like last nights dream) shit hits the fan and i know this little gangster kid is going to beat the crap out of me. so...I RUN! another chase dream. so im running through this airport with this kid on my tail but my useless smoker lungs are holding me back and the kid catches up and he fucking stabbed me man! and it really hurt. up until now i had no idea how much real pain can be experienced in dreams.

at this point i black out and there some kind of game over screen. it looks like a close up of the metroid helmet (not sure if the image actually exists in the game, haven't actually played metroid) and i am re-spawned sitting on a bench in this strange stone maze. i can still feel the pain from the stabbing and i lift up my shirt to see three nasty looking stab wounds. touch them and become more and more aware of the pain in my internal organs.

i awake and still feel like ive just been stabbed and have to check my chest again hahahah

I'm with D at the airport, and he goes to pick up this check from someone....things happen, and eventually he's gone. This guy comes up to me and asks me if he picked up some money from someone and already left. Before I get a chance to respond, he says "if he's already gone, I'm going to get his side of the story and come back and kill you". So I told him that he already left. Just then the guy pulled out a gun, and I ducked behind the crowd of people. He let off three shots, and two of them hit random bystandars. The third was pointed directly at himself. I rushed over, and saw that he had blood on his chest, but I didn't see any wound. Finally I looked up at his face, and there were brain chunks and skull fragments behind his head where he lay. I still didn't see the entry wound, but I knew he was dead.