Tuesday, April 03, 2007

+ The One with the Lunch Gun Fight +

Once again, my dream is set in my high school. We were walking by the chapel ramp and see a group pf people in fatigues in the middle of the grounds. I couldn't really tell if they were students, I didn't even get a feeling whether they were supposed to be there or not.

Anyway, they start shooting at us. I was with some other people, I couldn't really tell who they were but it felt like they were students as well and more importantly, that they were on my side.

So the shoot out begins and because the people in fatigues caught us off guard, they manage to disarm us. Bleeding and crawling towards my gun (at the same time ducking for cover), another student runs to our rescue. I ask her to start shooting at the "enemies" to distract them so that I can get my gun. She starts shooting at them dn distracts them, I get my gun and start successfully kill everyone.

After the shootout (I think I saw us in our blood-stained uniforms), a bunch of other students flock to the middle and start dragging the dead bodies to the side. The atmosphere was very surreal, it was just like they were being asked to put decorations in the school gym- casual, very routine and very non-chalant about the whole thing.

Apparently, the shoot-out was part of the Citizen's Army Training that seniors have to go through and because I killed everyone, I was in the running to take top honors.

trina# 7:50 PM

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Tuesday, April 03, 2007

+ The One with the Lunch Gun Fight +

Once again, my dream is set in my high school. We were walking by the chapel ramp and see a group pf people in fatigues in the middle of the grounds. I couldn't really tell if they were students, I didn't even get a feeling whether they were supposed to be there or not.

Anyway, they start shooting at us. I was with some other people, I couldn't really tell who they were but it felt like they were students as well and more importantly, that they were on my side.

So the shoot out begins and because the people in fatigues caught us off guard, they manage to disarm us. Bleeding and crawling towards my gun (at the same time ducking for cover), another student runs to our rescue. I ask her to start shooting at the "enemies" to distract them so that I can get my gun. She starts shooting at them dn distracts them, I get my gun and start successfully kill everyone.

After the shootout (I think I saw us in our blood-stained uniforms), a bunch of other students flock to the middle and start dragging the dead bodies to the side. The atmosphere was very surreal, it was just like they were being asked to put decorations in the school gym- casual, very routine and very non-chalant about the whole thing.

Apparently, the shoot-out was part of the Citizen's Army Training that seniors have to go through and because I killed everyone, I was in the running to take top honors.

trina# 7:50 PM

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