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- July 31, 2005
- Bryan and I had constructed a spaceship of sorts. It was cylindrical shaped with a cone roof. The walls were made entirely of glass. It had wooden supports on the bottom that held it upright. There were two glass doors on either side of the craft, and at the side of each door was a large red button that when pressed, would made the spaceship complete its orbital cycle. Ringing the inside of the glass cylinder were wooden benches.
The orbital cycle consisted of going straight up until we were in space, then the craft would tilt horizontally and travel a distance around the Earth. At whatever point it needed to come down, it would automatically re-enter the atmosphere at precisely the correct angle. When it had gone through the atmosphere, it would level back out, and a parachute would deploy to bring us safely down on the wooden supports.
Anyway, this was an exhilirating experience, even in the dream. One day, Bryan and I were in school, which was located on the next continent. Suddenly, our pagers went off for a fire call, and we ran to the spaceship, hit the button, and were at the station in no time at all. Trouble came when one day we decided to bring a passenger with along for the ride.
We were out at Koby's farm, which was actually Gary's house. Inside on the porch were several brand new washing machines and dryers. After a lot of convincing, we managed to get Gary's dad to ride along. We were out in the spaceship waiting, when a fat biker guy from work came out and picked up the spaceship with one hand. He threw it as hard as he could, and we sailed through the air remaining completely vertical. I was afraid that when we came down, we'd damage the wooden supports underneath, so I reached over and hit the takeoff button.
The engines fired, and we sailed up into the air. Normally there was a lot of preflight going-on's but this was all skipped in the wake of this emergency. I was worried that something would go wrong, but we began climbing smoothly through the atmosphere. The ship reached space, and it leveled off for re-entry. Just then, I realized that since we hadn't taken off in the correct manner, our angle for re-entry might be incorrect and we could burn up. I didn't get a chance to see what would happen, because at that moment I woke up.
- July 16, 2005
- I was driving around somewhere in my truck. I was way out in the boonies and couldn't see any houses for miles. It was probably... maybe mid or late evening, because the surroundings had that golden glow about them. I believe it must have been later in the fall, because although it was still warm and the trees green, the fields had been harvested.
I can't remember who was riding with me. I think it was an older person, maybe someone from work. Anyway, we decided it'd be fun to drive around in this field since no one was around.
As we were driving, I noticed that we were going over old railroad ties. I realized that an old rail line must have gone through here, and they'd removed the rails and left the wood. I got out, hoping there'd be no damage to my tires, but found that some of the stakes had been left in the wood and had peeled some of the tread off my tires. They hadn't been popped, but I was worried about their continued integrity.
As I was looking, Nathan pulled up in his red truck. I explained my problem, and he pointed out that we weren't out in the middle of nowhere as I'd suspected, but right next to two major roads. I looked up and saw cars passing by and realized I probably shouldn't be driving through the field with so many people around.
Nathan turned around and drove the other way, and I got back in my truck to follow him. As he was driving off, I noticed something that he urgently needed to know, so I got on my CB to tell him, but then I woke up.
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None of my dad's horses have ever tried to rape me.
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