Such dreams.

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In the first one(s) I remember, I was skydiving, without a parachute, or any such.  It wasn't just fifteen feet, it was... thousands of feet.  Sometimes off structures, skeletal beam structures, but what would such be doing that high, what would they have been secured into?  Perhaps they were sent out from mountains.  Still, how to support such?  Well, I did mention "dream", right?  It, or they, were awesome dreams.  Often I landed in water, but no always.  Why was I diving?  Because I could, and wanted to, it seems.

The next dream wasn't so fun.  I was open carrying, into a truck stop to pay my gas bill, I think.  While I was waiting for them to process my card, some yahoo pulled a pistol.  I could tell it was fake, but I let him know that wasn't cool, a good way to get shot.  So he pulled a real pistol, but didn't point it at me.  Then left.  The guy processing my card was messing around, doing something himself bad.  Then I realized I couldn't remember some things.  I asked my partner, he had memory problems too.  Something bad was happening.  I think they were just planning to rob us through the card, we were too big of game and not the right kind, for their usual hunt.

I was a federal marshal, I was able to call in a raid on the place and it ended up being a den of horrors.  You know there are places like that out there.  They aren't always hidden away.  They sometimes operate at the busiest places.  How they keep a lid on it?  I suppose even those making legit money want anything bad suppressed.  Last I heard, Cali "loses" 35k people a year.  That is those who are reported.  How many illegals go missing?  Some dreams, even if I resolve them, I would rather not have.

Today?  I don't know.  I'll... get to a few more, or many more, things.  Later.