Night of 25JUN2014

In an apartment in Tokyo, I began receiving mail forwarded to me from my first address in the military. They were date-stamped from 2005. I received one date-stamped 2020, but it had been ripped open and its contents stolen.

Suddenly, someone put a hit out on my son, so I became his bodyguard for a while. The assassin hid in his room, next to the window, and had a blow-dart gun. I found the assassin, and shot him and threw him off a cliff (the house was on a cliff, for some reason).

Night of 22JUN2014

I was at a rich friend's house (I can have rich friends in my dreams), and I was wanting to leave. However, I had forgotten the extra magazines for my pistol in one of the children's rooms (?). So I began an exhaustive search of every room in the house. It was actually a mansion, and it was after what seemed like hours of searching that I finally found it.

I stepped out the front door, and met a steep scree. I stumbled down it, and slowly made my way to the bottom without tripping and rolling down. Then I realized I left my jacket at the house. I am not sure why I had taken a jacket, since it was blistering hot outside. So I slowly traveled back up the scree and into the house.

My first step inside was into a different house, or place. It was an arena, and I was in the bleachers. I took a seat, and a woman next to me commented on the cartridges I was quickly loading into my spare magazine. She mistakenly identified it as a ".29 caliber" round, at which I cringed (it was a 7.62x25 Tokarev). She informed me of how she had never had any luck with the .29 caliber. I didn't respond.

Night of 19JUN2014

My best friend's mom and I happened to be spelunking in a recently discovered cave in their backyard. Having no light to spelunk by, she fell off a precipice and broke her forearm. I told her I would be right back and bring help. So I left the cave, and never went back.