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6 October 2015

Chapter 1: The Arcade

I was at an arcade restaurant reminiscent of Dave and Busters. I really don’t remember much about the restaurant itself outside the fact that it was huge and had a lot to it. I vaguely remember speaking to a waitress there. She was older, tall, had a brown beehive hairdo and wore heavy makeup. She was also slightly overweight. By the way she was dressed she looked more suited for a truck stop restaurant than a fancy-ish arcade place but whatever. I don’t remember what we talked about but I don’t think that I placed any orders.

I went to the Elevator and went up to the second floor. When I first stepped in I only had the option of moving to the second floor which is why I was surprised when I saw that there was a third and fourth floor. There was a balcony that gave me a view of all three floors. I can’t really describe all too well how they were laid out but I remember that it was really cool. I saw a young kid playing basket ball but the goal had no hoop, it was only a clear back board. I wondered how the third and fourth floors could be accessed when some kid dropped a pair of broken headphones by my feet. I saw the kid run away up a flight of stairs to the third floor.

Now knowing how to access the two upper floors I ran up the steps with the broken headphones. I do not remember much about the third floor aside from the fact that the floor was carpeted. The kid was not there so I proceeded up a flight of stairs to the fourth floor where I saw the kid hiding behind a billiards table. I remember trying to offer the kid his headphones back but he seemed very afraid of me. He was afraid that I was mad at him because I thought that he threw the headphones at me but I assured him that I understood that it was only an accident. Funny thing is, the kid looked like a younger version of myself.

I walked into an elevator that was on the third floor. There I saw five buttons which told me that there was a fifth floor that I have yet to see. At some point a man and his girlfriend came onto the elevator. He was tall, Caucasian, had curly hair and a light beard. He wore a green thick jacket and denim jeans. She was blond, curvy, I don’t remember much else about her appearance. Now the elevator was very old and run down. The inside was plastered with graffiti. It was nice graffiti, I could tell the graffiti artists put a lot of work into it, but it was graffiti nonetheless. The couple and I spoke and we kind of hit it off. Now unfortunately the elevator was rough going down and the man and I nervously joked about how sketchy the elevator was. The woman seemed to have no feelings about it.

The elevator began to increase in speed as it went down and I seriously began to wonder it was eventually going to snap. I knew that this building was not that tall but it seemed to take forever going down. The man and I were relieved when the elevator finally reached the bottom, however, it went down so hard that the man and I were forced onto our backs. The woman was standing at the elevator entrance jokingly shaking her head.

Chapter 2: Meet Jensen

Next thing I knew I was creating some sort of sentient exo-skin that was desperate for an endoskeleton to wrap itself around. It found an endoskeleton and had the appearance of an android like sir unit from “Invader Zim.” I do not remember what exactly happened thereafter but sometime later I was in a room at the arcade making another one of those things. This one was to be a newer version. I made this one by mixing some stuff in a bowl. The exo-skin began to take form and move about the room lamenting about how it had no form and no purpose. It sounded like that giant robot from “Courage the Cowardly Dog.” Soon an Irkan soldier came in with an endoskeleton for the exo-skin to attach to. What I found odd was the fact that the endoskeleton was equipped with an artificial brain. Why would this thing need an artificial brain when it is clearly already sapient on its own? So the exo-skin wrapped itself around the endoskeleton and once again it assumed the form of some sort android sir unit. At some point before I learned that I was making this thing for the Irkan Armada so it was no surprise to me when the android thing was called into battle. The Irkans named the android “Jensen.”

I was then view everything from Jensen’s point of view. I think I was consciously acting as Jensen. The Irkans had taken over the restaurant and were now under attack by their enemies and desperately needed help. It was weird. I was in complete control as Jensen and I knew that I was fighting for the wrong side. After all the Irkans were not a good people. They were out to take over the universe and somehow taking over this restaurant was a milestone for that goal. I knew all of this but I still fought as Jensen the android. Funny thing is, I had a feeling that the enemies were just as bad if not worse. That could be why I was fighting I think I felt that Irk was the lesser of two evils.

As Jensen, I bolted down the dark hallway where I saw an Irkan soldier firing his gun around the corridor. I ran past the corridor where I saw Irks leader under attack with his pants down. And who was this leader? John F. Kennedy! He was on the ground wrestling with this guy trying to do him in. I was having so many conflicting thoughts it’s not even funny. I was disappointed to see that a man like Kennedy would be leading the Irkan regime and yet I was anxious to save his life from this man. I knew that the man trying to kill Kennedy was bad, I just knew he had evil intentions, and that if he died it would be a terrible thing. It may make no sense now but when I was Jensen it made perfect sense, I had to fight for the Irkan Armada in spite of their overall intentions, I had to save Kennedy, I knew that the enemies of Irk could not be allowed to win but most importantly, this assassin had to die.

I rushed over to Kennedy with a stick in hand with every intention of beating his assassin to death. My first strike missed the assassin and hit Kennedy, I was warned by the Irkan Soldier behind me to be careful not to hit Kennedy. I ditched the stick and decided that it would just be easier to kick the assassin to death so that is just what I did. I kicked him and kicked him as hard as I could until he just sorta…disappeared into oblivion. I exhaled a sigh of relief; the assassin was dead and Kennedy was saved.

He got up on his hands and knees; his pants still down and still weak from the struggle. His naked mistress Marilyn Monroe rushed out from somewhere and hovered over him. She was clearly concerned for his well being. As I looked at the nude Monroe and the slightly pantsless Kennedy it became clear that this assassin caught him in a moment of coitus with his mistress. I withheld any expression of disappointment that I had mustered up…it wasn’t my place. I looked out the huge window behind Kennedy and saw what may have been a city skyline during the hours of twilight. It had to be this way. The Irkans were not good people and, clearly, neither was Kennedy. But I knew that the people they were against were worse and in spite of my trepidations I knew that this was for the best. Dale Gribble from “King of the Hill” showed up. He had no armor but he too was holding an Irkan rifle. He began to chant “Jensen! Jensen! Jensen!” and everyone followed suit including Kennedy and Monroe. Every there was grateful for the work I’d done. I guess I would just have to trust that this would work out for the best.

Trivia
The day before, I had just read the Kennedy had Monroe as a mistress. I am unsure how true that is but it was on my mind as I fell asleep.

Background:I just know that I'm send back in time for some reason

Year 1941:
I'm on a ship.A small ship just off the coast of England.The crew (and me) drops a big hook that covers the sea floor.We drag the hook for a while and suddently we hit something with it.
We start to pull the hook and we actually pull out a whole ship.It is a medium sized cruiser named "Titanik Minute".Upon seeing the Nazi Germany's flag waving on top of it I am like
"Gee ... the Jerries got here before us".

We take the ship to London.But suddently some kind of a beast (imagine the most lethal human-sized creature) escapes from the ship.I am told to chase down that beast,but first I am supposed to get to the Royal Museum to get a future weapon so I can kill that thing.

I hop inside a car and start driving towards the museum.Unfortunately I crash ... and I am late for the delivery.I am returned to the future to avoid further damage to history ... ...

Year 1966 (or somewhere else in the 60's):
A temporal paradox occures because of the "London Beast".And now I am in that same parralel world.

I am in a large park.I am in the United States of America.After realizing that I just start to walk in the park ... in few minutes I reach a small hill.There is a police garrison.

SIDE NOTE:Obviously the world is in a pretty bad shape since the police has Assault rifles and Rocket launchers for a standart issue weapon.And that the president is a small,bald midget with french accent.

Suddently from the woods some kind of gang armed with AK's launches an attack on the police.
I somehow get the idea to steal some weapons from the police
(they ran for cover when they were attacked leaving the garrison camp unguarded).

I start to pick up all sorts of weapons and ammo.When suddently my partner (from the "time agency") finds me and asks

-What the f*** are you doing !?
-Grabbing some hardware.C'mon help me carry this.

As I say this I give him some wooden planks ... and we start to run towards a little river valley.We enter a small shed,and hide the weapons and ammo there,covering them with the wooden planks.
Suddently a small fire starts in front of the shed.I thought something like that:

"Well ... when the firefighters come,they will extinguish this bush for seconds and they will find us".
Then I grabbed a molotov coctail and threw it outside in the dry grass ... "This will slow them down" I thought.

There was an old mirror inside the shed ... I accidentaly looked into it and found out ... that I am John F. Kennedy*.Yes I was Kennedy ... in 1966 ("I" am supposed to be shot 3 years ago).
And then I say something to myself (with Kennedy's voice of course)
"I have gone too far,I must surrender"

So I simly walked outside and surrendered to the fire brigade.

They took me to some kind of railway station (I realized that I haven't even been close to becoming a president).There were 5 girls ... and we were 5 boys.They told us that we will be in some sort of TV show ... a very sick and brutal show.Where the 5 "teams" made of boy&girl win simply by surviving.

I went to the nearest girl because I somehow knew she is going to make it out alive.But she punched me and told me to "Get the **** off".So I went to the only "unoccupied" gal.
She was looking qiute good actually.She was a bit short (I'm almost 2 meters tall so this is a criteria for me), with dark blond hair.Maybe looking a little bit like Keira Knightley.But just a bit ...

All of us "hugged" our partners in order to be a smaller target for the ... lets call him "The Barbarian" that came out with all kinds of maces,daggers,axes,cannonballs ... basicaly all of the medieval arsenal.
He started to prepare the throwable weapons.I looked into the girls eyes and smiled ... she responded with another smile and she wrapped her hands around my neck ... This could pass for a pretty romantic moment if we exclude the flying daggers,arrows and guts.
I heard the waving of some sort of a heavy chain.I closed my eyes and told the girl that it will be all OK ... a strong whip was heard ... then silence "Am I dead" ...

I was alive but the beautiful girl dropped dead in my hands ... I wanted to burst into a cry ... The president was on a big TV screen grinning ... and then my poor brain decided that thats enough ...**
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False awakening
I was in my bed ... I did everything as I would usually do.
I sitted in front of the computer and called a friend on Skype ... nothing strange until I saw some guys climbing walls like spiders.I didn't payed any attention and continiued to listen to the dream my friend was telling me.***
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End of dream

*-How many of you can brag around that they have been J.F.Kennedy .

**-I am sure that I fell in love in that girl ... off to the corresponding thread.

***-Unfortunately,it didnt had anything to do with his REAL dream.