Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 12/24/2020
By AJacobs
In the latter bit of the dreaming was a part of a Marine unit. Very much like Generation Kill, with some of the same chatacters/actors too. I think we were under tents/Humvees at one point. Then went to watch something at the grass field and use porta Jon's. There were bleachers full of people and 40 Police officers sitting together too. There was gunfire or something so me and a few others rushed back to our tents where Marines were streaming towards this trail in a neverending fashion two across... to the front. I swore as I realized I didn't have my rifle or kevlar. I found Lt. Fick and I think also Gunny (who looked/was more like a mild mannered CSM Sixta), told them separately. "Uh, Gunny, I left my essential equipment at the porta Jon's." He frowned and might've quietly said to go get it. I took off my bright light green FLC and tossed it to the side on the trodden prairie grass. Hoping no one would scold me for leaving equipment behind, even though I would come straight back here. I needed to be as light as possible to sprint across this open danger area and possibly take fire. Sprinting forward, some other Marines along with me, presumably they had left stuff as well. We went past the now empty bleachers looking for our stuff. One of the other guys commented about the (LA or NY)PD Cops who had all scattered and had been useless, we chuckled. I found my kevlar and put it on my head. I started sprinting again, still without my rifle, as I started to wake up.