Bobby's Dream Journal

[Lucifer Sam]

This is going to be my Dream Journal. I finally given in to the idea, and I've decided that it will help me in adjusting my control in dreams to precise and perfect control. You can reply here if you want to, and I'll try my best to keep it as up-to-date as possible. There may be instances where batch dreams will be inserted because of the lack of internet at home that I have. I'll write them down when I get up, so that I can transfer them later. Well, here it is, comment if you like.

[Lucifer Sam]

Run Forrest, Run Last night was a wierd one. I was in World War 2, and immediately,a s usual, I realized I was dreaming. I have a habbit of going along with my dreams if they're interesting. Anyway, I got out of the foxhole I was in, because I wanted to have a look around, and lo and behold my inards are blown out by a tank shot. I started to freak out, and then I realized the absurdity of being upset, and thought it looked really cool, because my heart was dangling and I could see my lungs pumping. Anyway, I had a partner, or something. He was in the foxhole, and he wanted me to cover him, but he wouldn't let me. He kept telling me that I COULD cover him, and it would be okay, but then just before he should run, he wouldn't. He just shrugged and told me that I shouldn't worry about it because he was in this war with me, and there was no way he couldn't let me cover him. He never ran. Anyway, I thought this one was wierd. I usually have more interesting dreams revolving around me doing stuff, but for some reason it bothered me that the little bastard wouldn't run.[/u]