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So I had this really crazy dream this morning, or last night. Something.
I get a call and the phone only rings once. It was pretty late at night (or so I though) so I call back Sergei on my cell phone. It rings quite a few times and then Sergei picks up, but he is talking to Eugene:
“Not in my Russia” Eugene states. Though I remember finding it odd that I could hear police sirens so loud in the background.
“I know what you mean.” Sergei responds.
I am not sure how this happen but I am somehow listening into the middle of a phone conversation between two people. Deciding that something screwed up with the phones I decide to hang up when I hear Eugene say: “Well, I was going to fucking kill them all anyways, I can’t believe we were given the order to do it.”
“Yea, I didn’t….”
I am in the middle of an American high school. It just happens to be on sort of island made of cement and rebar. I am hiding from the Russian army. It’s commanders are looking for their soldiers. I know this for some reason, and I need to hide. Unfortunately this is not easy. I try hiding behind stairs and under equipment, but nothing is really working. So I watch as this chubby kid in a Russian uniform, make out with his girlfriend while his mom is watching. The chubby kid is really riding and grinding on his girl friend while his mom watches, but the both are still fully clothed.
Then things get really weird and the commander that is looking for troops down the High School hallways goes up to the boy making out with his girlfriend and shouts some command at him to stand up. He stands up and then when he is at a position of attention the commander breaks into a US commercial TV voice and explains the benefits of being in the Russian Rebel Army and how they allow you to make out with your girlfriend.
Freaked out I run down a hallway and get stuck at a dead end. A commander is wandering around and sees me and starts moving fast towards me asking me something in Russian. Then he realizes I can’t speak Russian and comes at comes at me with a swinging fist. I duck as he punches a locker. Then I run and duck again as he swings as I roll past him…
Then I am a girl sitting on a dock as someone grabs the back of my shirt. He is in an older Russian uniform and wearing a hat. He looks up and I see that it Raikov (from MGS3) and he jams a Molotov cocktail into my hair making it explode over me and then I hear the phone ring and wake up.
What. The. Fuck.
I have been working a lot lately, so sorry that I have not been too active. Anyways, I have gotten a bit of reading done: Sound of Waves and the first part of The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With The Sea. Both are by Yukio Mishima, and both are about as different and yet similar as can be.
Then I read the first chapter of The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With The Sea. 