Zelkova's Dream Jounral: Part Two

September 27, 2011

I was in some kind of army training program. It was like the 2nd of week one and the guy require us to do random tasks just to be a dick. (It was kinda like boot camp...They are being pay to be dicks.)

Anyway I forgot what the first girl had to do but he told a guy name Matt to punch me in the face with a baseball. He took the baseball casually out of his pocket and hand it to Matt. Matt didn't really hit that hard, he punch me between my eyes and my nose...If done hard enough I guess he could have broken my nose.

He only gave three easy taps...Way too painless for a baseball. I just stood there being a good boy but it seem like the commander was impressed and not only counted that as my random task but also salute to me (which I salute back) and let me pick between the last two girls. I choose the black one honestly because it didn't matter and she was closer at the time.

Before the commander could say anything the huge black commander said "Why do you still have that cake from your prom?" The black girl suddenly somehow obtain a car seat (for babies) and start hiding behind it. The commander said "stop hiding behind something made for your behind".

(That was clever even for me...My subconscious is quite funny sometimes.)

A guy look in the fridge (which was outside with all of us) and said there nothing there though in plain sight there was a orange cake with white icing. God I love that cake...

Once pointed out THAT was the cake he said "I thought it was pudding or something." I guess he was looking for a stereotypical cake. I woke up at this point.