One Night in Korea (Comic)

DLB 10 New Year New Crazy!

Pretty happy with my dreams last night. They were quite vivid, memorable and entertaining to say the least. It's an unlinked three parter because I was woken up between each, so here goes.

I'm starting to believe the likelihood that I probably spent a past life in either WWI and/or WWII. I keep having repeating dreams of the same locations, however, every time I dream it, the scenario is always different... expanded perhaps. Interestingly I am always an American soldier of no significant rank battling my way through a Nazi occupied city.

From where I can remember the dream began with my troop moving through the city with large numbers of American troops. In this dream the always reoccuring theme is Nazis retreating out of the city and several thousand being caught. As we made our way through the city, streets were full of marching German military, even the civilian sector or possible German residents if this was a German city. Lots of combat until we come upon what appears to be a German military base/fortress. It's walls appear old and built about from the medieval period but all the structures are relatively new though many keep hte same rock masonry appearance.

We come under small arms fire when our small team reaches the gate of this military base and take cover behind several large wooden boxes/containers and other miscellaneous objects. We manage to clear the gate of opposing forces after lobbing a few grenades/make-shift explosive devices resembling C-4. Our officer in charge raises from cover with a couple men to inspect the area and soon issue orders. In a matter of seconds he is cut down by a German who took position within the wall with a view over us from a small arched window. Many of the company open fire on the window, including myself, managing the killer blow.

With or without orders we rush the wall and secure the outer perimeter of the gate and see to our officer after bringing him to cover by the wall. He still manages to hang on as I can hear him talking to the other officers/non-commissioned officers while I proceed to watch to the perimeter.

Seen from the gate we were able to observe allied forces advancing from the opposite side of the fortress on what would appear to be the barracks or other large four or five story buildings. Unknown as to whether or not I received orders to do so, I start running down the outside alongside the wall from the direction where we had came. As I came towards the end of the wall a large number of civilians and german military were being marched out of the city. As I got closer, several Nazi officers emerged on their own from the corner of the wall where ordenance had blown the wall apart. The officers already had their hands to their heads and joined into the ranks of marching civilians and military. I run to the blasted gap in the wall and observe several troops in green and red uniforms running into combat and to and from a turret or tower position at the end  of the large building near where I just entered.

Confusion set into me as to whom the enemy was for I had never seen these green and red uniforms and not quite sure who they were firing at. I managed to sneak into the turret/tower and make my way towards the stares before I ran into two men coming down. We all froze until a few seconds past and the first man greeted me with, "Tere." Which is hello in Estonian. Not sure why, but I managed to greet him back and continue our conversation in English. He was very happy to meet me and perhaps a euphoric feeling had swept us both since we decided not to shoot each other, but mostly he was excited because of where I came from. No I know I said earlier that I was with an American military outfit but at this point in the dream I'm not sure because I'm quite certain I told him something that wasn't America. He told me he was from Turkey and exclaimed his excitement for us being from a country with much succesful experience in war which confuses me even more typing this as to where I came from. I mentioned something along the lines of, "...well hasn't your country been in many wars before." And he responded that they had been at war with X before and Russia. The dream was then interrupted.

From what I can make of this the first part is definitel WWII and I'm most certainly part of the American military from my rememberance of the weapons used and uniforms worn and this scenario building layout has been used on multiple occasions in my other WWII dreams. I assume that if I stayed with my American unit I would have probably connected with the familiar reoccurring dreams (this being the third time it would have occurred. Instead I end up near the same scenario observing soldiers in what would appear to be WWI or earlier uniforms and weaponry fighting on the same ground instead. The ones closest to me appeared to be wearing red and dark or forest green uniforms, while the ones in the distance that they were fighting appeared to be wearing grey. From what I gather I think I was witnessing one of the Russo-Turkish Wars. Something that occurred during the reign of the Ottoman Empire...

Next is my favorite and quite short. It starts in space! I'm literally floating outer space wearing a high-tech white space suit and observing the Sun and Venus with my Mother. We're there for the purpose of watching the planet Venus "awaken" from a distance. Venus is about the size of a marble you could hold about a foot and a half away from your eye but the sun is quite massive. We float and watch with high anticipation as the planet of Venus quickly and flowingly bursts into flames. Quite a sight that filled me with exuberance and, what might be expected, warmth. We chat with eachother and decide to head inside our white craft. I can't quite remember what it looked like but it was very smooth, curvy and relatively small but quite large for two people and the inside was quite cozy, a sort of high-tech home away from home feeling.

We made our way home as we know more amazing things were going to happen! Upon landing in some undisclosed location we make our way towards a beautiful beach of white sands with a vast view of a pristine ocean. To the left and right of me our some trees but with colors and leaf fall resembling Autumn and lots of green grass. As I observe and move closer I see many people joining us. Walking from all directions looking towards the sky and ocean. The sky is actually as if it were night as you can observe all the stars but the land is illuminated and bright. It's becomes extremely easy to see the planets of the solar system in great detail even as they appear unrealistically close to... whatever planet I'm standing on for pretty soon I notice another Earth. I point it out to my Mother and she says something along the lines that she knows. In a matter of seconds I view two more or even three more earth like planets. Everyone is able to observe this mysterious and amazing, beautiful phenomenon. The dream is then interrupted.

Next is quite strange and starts out like a video game I never played. Basically it's like some sort of tower defence game but you have your own castle that you must manage. It starts out very basic with one floor and you can purchase different items, weapons, and castle expansions. Each purchase brings about more options for your castle which apparently you're defending from some moronic breed of Orc. Anyway this "game" plays out for less than a minute before I get too intrigued in just building the perfect castle for myself (besides I got far enough in the game that now I have magic turrets that shoot some sort of crystal at the Orcs and it keeps them at bay).

After finishing my beautiful castle, it springs to life with people! Either that or people just matriculated in over the course of when I was building my castle. Anyway things get quite funny and sexual. There are a slew of beautiful girls but I'm having to becareful because for some reason a bunch of these girls are dirty whores. So I can't just sleep with any of them, so I end up running around the castle finding the right girls here and there. Then the next problem arrizes for finding the perfect place to sleep with them because apparently someone thought they would invite a bunch of douchebags into my castle who manage to find every little secret place in the castle! Anyway I eventually end up scoring and it's a giant sexy party.

Umm... What?

The End


P.S. I'm really not this shallow.

The Danger of the Belief in Ron Paul Reiterated.

This is a condensing of points I made to people who argued that voting for Ron Paul is the best thing they can possibly do.

Those among us, who aren't imbeciles, trolls, or paid "debunkers", openly aknowledge that 9-11 was an inside job. A catalyzing event organized by multiple governments and international organizations. The U.S. Government has, and continues to, work dilligently in the supression of this fact. If you are a U.S. citizen, this is OUR government and the system of power that exists and infuences everything in our lives.

Of course I mention 9-11 only because it's the most recent activity of such magnitude. You should know this sort of thing has been repeated throughout time and even now (obviously). Such events are not orchastrated through any lack of power or influence.

But you forgot that Obama is just a puppet.

You should know that almost every U.S. president is related. You should know upon recent years it has become much easier to manipulate public opinion. You should know that a man has never been put into the presidential office without concent from a "higher power". You should know that there has never been a honest election. You should know that the "two party" system currently in place is an illusion. Essentially, you should know better if you see the big picture of things.

If Ron Paul is placed into office he will do as instructed or face the consequences. You're using a system that is under complete and utter control. It doesn't matter if it's RP or some angel sent from heaven. Should you think that when RP goes into office he's going to reveal the man behind the curtain by shutting down the Fed or something? It's ludicrous! I currently don't doubt RP would go back on his words willingly and is indeed planning to carry out what he set to do to some extent either until he is stopped or new systems are put in to place! You must keep in mind that you're dealing with people with more power than you may know. That's why I say if you understand that 9-11 was an inside job, then you're placing blinders back on, but that is just one event! What of course is worse is what you don't see!

There are many many new laws that need to be repealed. Having one or two terms with Ron Paul as president isn't going to fix that. The whole major system has to be done away with for there to be any effective return for the investment of the people! Once he is out of office how is it that it can be assured that we stay on a path towards reperations and repairs!? It's not going to happen unless the system is completely washed away!

This is a message from Max Igan, whom thankfully made his two cents available just in time for my dutiful argument. If you don't want to bother reading what I just stated, listen to Max make what I am trying to tell you very clear.

Faith in RP is simply like an incomplete thought. RP is in office, now what? Radical reformations, that would not be made, would have to take place in his span of 4 or 8 years of presidency. He would have to usurp the house and senate to get things done properly. Let's pretend they will support him 100%. No beuracracy or red tape! Guess what? Ron Paul survives a term in office but what is this? Election comes again and the two party system is still in place but the people must know better now right? Surely nothing like the media is under control anymore? Ron Paul abolished the Fed just as promised! There is no longer a federal currency, what replaces it? We go back to the gold and silver standard right? We'll just open up Fort Nox? All the corpratocracies just roll over because of the power of RP? Hey weed is legal now too and in the hands of big pharma and big tabacco industries lets smoke that GMO product and just say, fuck it.

DLB 9 Gypsies!

I've actually become lazy in recording these dreams. By the time I get to my computer I've forgot most of it so let's get cracking on this one shall we?

I already can't remember where this dream started but for whatever reason me and a friend of mine are desperate for cash, so desperate in fact that we decide we want to rob one of my other dear friends, James.

I believe that in some point in my dream James and I did some project together where he had to pay me and subsequently I found out, via seeing his safe in person, that James recently came to inherit a lot of money and is a rich fucker. So what is a good friend to do? Well, I haven't a clue why I was so desperate for this cash but I knew there was a reason, secondary reason was just to fly to my dreamland Japan. So me and my dirtbag friend decide to steal ALL the cash.

Just take it. I didn't need it anyway.

It was quite easy. Didn't even have to use weapons. I guess I remembered the code for opening the safe because all I did was go to my dear friend's home, walk over to the safe and proceed to take almost everything inside for a whopping total of ten million in cold hard cash. James was actually in the home while I stole the money, apparently I was such a dirtbag and he was such a pussy that he allowed me to rob him in his very presence.

After making a clean get away we felt paranoia grip us that certainly the police would be onto us in a matter of seconds. So we thought it would be a good idea to go inside a hospital/mall (my mind couldn't make it's mind up but hey it had an indoor swimming pool because of it) to loose the even more imaginary police chasing us.

I'm not sure if the law was onto us and had closed in around us or what but guilt and anxiety took over and I called my dear friend James that we would return %80 back to him. He wasn't angry at all though, in fact he was more on the brink of sobbing so I got to keep the money. Not really sure if we ever returned the cash or if I even split it with my friend. Guess I'm a pretty terrible person at the end of all this.

With the preasure off my shoulders I found a familiar place to crash, with who else but my bachaelor Dad. Still living in the family house in Oregon with his Father however the house had changed. Much larger and even had a complete second floor and apparently relocated to... Europe? Not quite sure the circumstances but we had a problem with some Turkish immigrants. They didn't look very Turkish but for some reason, in my dream mind I knew that they were Turkish gypsies and everyone hates gypsies!

Sure they look innocent enough until they take your children away to perform circus acts.

After having stashed the cash and visions of grandjure I was more paranoid than ever so these gyspsy folk had to go! I was pretty sure I saw them snooping around the house before they came to ring our doorbell. Three men, one with a dark complection and two with a lighter complection. My Dad answered the door first and without understanding or hearing the conversation it immediately occurred to me that they must want money! To hell with that! After only a few seconds had past I immediately made my presence felt at the door and probably told them something along the lines of, "Fuck off you damn gypsies!"

Vary nice. Now we get their tears!

They remained surprisingly calm and I was definitely a tyrant, however, they bagan to point at things that they wanted to sell for money. This really sent me over board and I grabbed one of the lighter skinned fellas by the collar and threw him against a wall and told them never to come back or bad things would happen. All the while thinking my Dad might just be impressed by this show of machismo. The poor poor Turkish gyspies fellas left our property but we knew it wasn't over.

We were highly suspicious that they would return so we kept watch, pacing around the house. Sure enough a silhouette was spotted moving in the darkness in the darkness. For whatever reason I thought it would be a preftect idea to lie on the floor infront of the door to suprise him while my Dad answered the door. Before he answered it though we saw the silhouette approach the door with what looked to be a shotgun. My Dad paused and the Turk broke through part of the window with his shotgun and was waving it at both of us. In reaction to the threat I grabbed the shotgun and the Turk let go with both rounds but I managed to wrestle it away from him and neither of us were injured. We immediately bust open the door to pursue the bastard gypsy but he was packing a secondary firearm, a small pistol and started shooting wildly but not before my Father brought out his glock and unloaded several rounds until he had been shot through the right arm.

It was a minor wound. The bullet entered and exited cleanly, only through the flesh. Being the soldier though I was ready for this and went up stairs to grab my medical equipment and had my Dad patch himself up. Then I was awoken by the sound of the doorbell and Jehovah's Witnesses, no joke.

Really would have liked to know how being an evil douchebag would have turned out but guess I'll just have to wait for next time.

DLB 8 Secret Military Stuff, Tron, Halo, Strippers and Casinos All Rolled Into One

Dirt biking with Travis Pastrana of course!

Awesome! Recording that last crap dream story worked! I woke up today with soo many details. Let's begin!

First this thing starts off as a family sort of dream and since this was what I believe to be the first, it's the hardest to remember. Always something to do with dirtbikes and some famous riders but damn it I can't remember the main premise of what was going on that far back, just some images still lingering.

Something like that.

Something like that.

Anyway let's move on! At some point I signed back up for the military even with some friends! Some chunks of this part of the dream are missing though... ack! Ok so I'm going to cut to a scene where apparently my friends and I have been snooping around a base and we just got finished fighting some aliens or some shit, deep underground under this military structure. Sorry I can't really describe the fighting due to the memory but it was something slightly similar to some really intense team deathmatch from like Unreal Tournament. After it's all over and we're in a safe spot we decide to split. For whatever reason though my dream girlfriend had been along with us, but I actually can't remember exactly what she looked like, it's just really confusing. I remember her as someone familiar that I had met before and had feelings for before and we are totally in love, so in love I even confess it to her in the dream. Sparks are flyin from the love we have for each other it's so intense as we make our way out of this underground base. We reach the surface and we're inside a pretty typical USAF office type building. This surface structure is still occupied by the military though so we had to sneak around and hide for a while. We found a nice hiding spot... I can't remember where, but it was time for some sweet sweet love. After our session finished the coast became clear. The office area had completely turned into a ghost town so we made our way out. Once outside I noticed the surroundings were almost similar to Kadena AFB but I'm not quite sure if that's the base I actually visit in Japan. Anyway, outside was some HUGE satellite dishes, plenty of grass covering the grounds (I'm talking a few football fields) and a concrete and stone wall typical of Japan fashioning that was about 30 feet high or something and supporting dense tree growth.

Something like that. By the way image alignment sucks on blogger so I had to cut out some of the images.

Look at me! I'm a tool!

As we come out of the (apparently brown stucco) building I noticed someone in the distance. Fearing we I had been spotted I grab my girl and rush back inside the now vacant building in the hopes of not being caught. It was too late though, they had definitely spotted us and Security Forces trucks were cruising by to secure the area. We tried cutting through the building and exiting out the direct opposite of where we entered to try and make a break for it to a similar building but SF was already there waiting for us. We ran back inside the building but were casually stopped by a female African-American officer with the rank of major or possibly something higher.

She seems nice.

I complained about being caught "again" but things weren't so doom and gloom. Apparently the people who staffed this part of the building had returned or been there with out us noticing. She took us into one of the offices and sat us down. Remember I said I had joined the military and I recognized her as having authority over me and addressed her as such though I wasn't sure of my own rank. My dream girl did not however. It was unclear as to whether she was actually a member of the military too but she completely disregarded this other character in an act of defiance to which the officer reacted by stating her rank and apparently how it needs to be respected.

After things had settled down and the bit of tension was relaxed, she went on to tell us of a "job" we were to undertake. Apparently we were of some value though this officer didn't seem to express any concern or interest in what had just happened deep underground in the very secret facilities.

Fuck ya something like that!

The memory fuzzes and then catches up to "dreamgirl" and I traveling through, what I can only imagine, some sort of worm hole. Chatting to eachother about things I can't remember other than I was really interested in the armor she was wearing. Apparently we're both decked out in Halo's Spartan armor or rather something similar, it was actually quite different in a lot of ways. Anyway I remember telling her how sweet her armor was because she had decked it out with some glowing material which also made her armor similar to that in from the latest Tron film.

Memory fuzzes again and I found myself observing a large human military force (again similar to technology and appearance to that of Halo) on some alien planet but similar to an arctic tundra. Instead of preparing to fight the Covenant from Halo this military was instead perparing to fight something like the Tyranids from Warhammer 40k (there sure are a lot of gaming scifi references...). There is also a large gray military structure that was also alien in appearance. The building materials were unknown and it wasn't rigid flat but rather curved and reflective and glittered slightly in the sun. Around were several large metalic containers that seemed dispersed and stacked at random.

Something like that.

I was only observing this military force but I knew I was physically present in the environment, I was just observing from a distance. Something drew my attention though to a hill were a few of these large metalic shipping containers were. I investigated as to why my mind would be drawn to the area and walked up the snow covered hill. When it began to level out I noticed there were some egg shaped crysalis objects, each about the size of a football, next to a container. There were only two at first then when I picked one up I noticed a thrid to my left. Each was different in appearance. Each "egg" had a different section that was bio-organic in appearance while the rest would be covered in either mirrored sort of scales or like that of an etched crystal egg. While I stood there and just a few seconds past the "egg" I was holding transformed, into what I can't remember but it was still small and nothing that appeared alive and I still held it comfortably. A few seconds after I was immediately turned to the shouting of a soldier who had come running up the hill. He kept his distance from me, but his concern was about the "egg", which he threatened to shoot. I had no intention of letting this happen and I protected them by placing myself in the line of fire. Seeing this the soldier backed off and headed back towards the military/alien structure.

Memory fuzzes and all I can remember is being back in the "wormhole" then suddenly finding myself walking down a road to my "home" in Carlton, Oregon (so my mind is tying back into where the dream started). Of course it's not actually Carlton, Oregon and my course diverges into some large hotel casino place. Memory of it was a lot clearer until now since I had to write out the other part of this dream unfortunately.

I walked inside one of the businesses of this large building but unfortunatel my memory fuzzes until about the time I'm leaving. There is a sort of strip joint inside and the stippers entertain whether there are paying patrons or not. It's very clear in my mind they are paid to dance by the hour and weren't completely naked so perhaps they were more like show girls. I think I had been sitting in the restaurant area and watching these two women. One of them wasn't very good looking and reminded me of this manager named Dorka that manages a couple of the hostels in the Old Town area. After finishing my meal I got up and headed towards the exit out, which is by a bar and under a large colorful water fountain.

"I jus wanned ta tell you 'bout ma internets!" ='(

I pause by the bar for a moment to notice one of the patrons (who looks like Michael Rooker better known as the bad guy in every action movie or more recently Merle Dixon from The Walking Dead) trying to pick up on one of the strippers who was trying to take a break behind the bar. He was being a regular uncomfortable sort pretending to be completely inept to the dancer's obvious contempt for him with her fake smiles, giggles and words. She noticed me but kept her attention to the man pestering her. The man gets a little impatient and goes behind the bar. The dancer is afraid but plays it tough and doesn't fret the stranger being that we're in a public place that's quite brightly lit. I decide to keep walking towards the door when on my way out I hear her say, "I have to say goodbye to a friend of mine."

She races over to me and we chat for a few seconds when she hand me a note and tells me that she's scared. She says it's from the guy. I was expecting the worst but instead the note was quite innocent. Can't remember the exact details but it asked if she liked something and that the guy was a member of some sort of fan base forum and some blog or something and that she should check it out. I assured her that things would be okay and that she was safe and whatever other comforting words I could say. So she relaxed and went on back.

Leaving the building and walking through the parking lot I crossed infront of a man who was aerating a section of grass in the median. He called out to me and told me, "Your Father said you were looking for a job..." Looking at the man he didn't appear to be the type to be aerating grass. Dressed all in white, but not so white as to draw attention, it was subtle and dignified, also a chapped leather vest adorned with silver medallions and large threads of leather dangling down here and there as with that typical sort of fashion. A white cowboy hat was fixed atop his head and I'm sure he had some black and silver cowboy boots to finish the ensemble. He was about 60 years of age or older and had a big neatly trimmed white beard and peppered hair.

We had a good discussion as to my future prospect of working under his wing as he, not so surprisingly, turned out to be the owner this large new building. He was that sort of Southern gentlemen though who valued putting his own effort into maintaining his properties when he could, like aerating a small patch of grass that needed it in the parking lot in the middle of the night... I'm sure whatever the backstory was to this imaginery character he was working out some stress with his personal life or something. Ugh unfortunately from typing up all this, going into detail hasn't helped jogging my memory of the dream I had, instead just the opposite. So the last little bit I can remember is I think I end up running a propper strip club that he had in another part of the building. With flashy scenes of extravagance that you usually find conjured up in action movies like in the scenes were the mafia is having a meeting in the secret back area of the club.

DLB 7 Need for Speed

So recording my dreams hasn't been going very well or rather my memory just hasn't been what it once was I suppose. Ha! Dreamed plenty but none I could remember well enough to make a good story. I had one yesterday but it just wasn't that interesting. Haven't had any lucid dreams for the past two weeks either. Wonder whats up with me. Though I was off to a great start when I started practicing and had three lucid dreams within five days. Guess I can only hope that things pick up again, cause with these lucid dreams, awesome and graphic dreams followed.

Alright, where to begin. Damn even this one is falling apart in my mind before I can put it down. I think I can just get the jist of what happened.

Pretty sure it was the Firebird

So I had mulitple dreams but they weren't linked. Pretty sure the first one was sexual followed by one that was some sort of zombie action flik type of dream that I can still vaguely remember the details of. Anyway the final dream centered around racing some sort of old gold Camaro or Firebird from like, the eighties.

From what I can remember I was just having a blast speeding on the back roads close to my hometown back in Yamhill County, Oregon. In real life I actually did this quite frequently as did most locals living in the county. Quite a few good, long, flat stretches and curves that were easy to handle from Carlton to Newberg to Sherwood and Tualatin, with the exception of one fork in the road that was in the shape of an S-curve which you could always catch air off of if you were traveling fast enough. Never a cop in sight on these roads ever.

Best picture I could find of Yamhill County back roads (highway 18)

Anyway, the dream began to shift gears and pretty soon I was driving so fast that cars became a blur. Soon the scenery changed from back roads with green fields and lush forest to the open desert and that is when I really started to fly. I was driving like a boss. Passing traffic at incredible rates of speed and saw them all coming at me and reacted with the speeds of a Jedi. Even saw blurs of police cars but I was going so fast they new they hadn't a chance to catch me.

Views changed a few times to some late 90's Playstation street racing game that I still remember from back in the day, pretty sure it was actually Need For Speed.

Oh memories...

Eventually we came upon an airport. I guess with the speed I was traveling, I didn't think it would be to hard to barrel down the runway and make this souped up Firebird take flight. Unforunately when I got on the runway I some how managed to get myself behind a C-130 with engines running at max apparently. My vision changed back to the Playstation third person view and I got to watch my car blow in the wind, flipping over and tumbling like a weed.

Vision normalized after I got to see my car apparently totalled, but it landed back on it's tires and so when I went back to the drivers seat I was still able to drive. I pulled the car into a large commercial petrol station that was part of the airport. There I realized this entire time I had been driving with me Ma. She was completely fine though and when I stepped out of the car to get a look at it, it was completely fine too. Just glittered with the sun's rays reflecting off it's perfectly glossy gold surface.

Me Ma mentioned something about getting fuel and then the dream sort of disapated and I woke up.

I hate waking up. My energy channels so well that no matter how quite I am or what time it is, the second I wake up, so does everyone else and I just want to go back to sleep.

Sorry this wasn't as great a story as the other but I had to put something in here.

Freestyle (to the key of Beastie Boys)

What's up my name is Damien

No I'm not an alien

Sometimes I spit on the mic like I'm an Australian

No not australopithecus

I said come over here and dance with us

We're not too scary

And my friend's name is Gary

And he is quite harry

But we're big rock stars

And ya we jammed on Mars

I know you think we're fools

But that just because we're cool

I'm already two minutes late

Got no time to elaborate

But it's time to get goin

'Cause by the way I'm flowin

We're going to get shot back to the moon

Just like Vader after the big kaboom