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    ^^^^
    Interesting. Like INTP, the forum member? Or an INTP?

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    Most definitely Not the forum member INTP.. I substitute names/identifying things with people's personality type sometimes for privacy.. Less for them, and more for me. I don't always want to tell people if I am dreaming about them. Sometimes I do.. but sometimes I don't.
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    Understandable. I like understanding dreams. I'm surprised people share them sometimes, because they can reveal a lot about the person if you have the right decoder ring.

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    I get a bit embarrassed.. but.. if it's not sexual, or totally embarrassing, I'll post it. I remember a lot more dreams than I care to post about.
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    I can hear dripping water. Slow, steady dripping. It's so loud and sudden, that even though I can anticipate when it is going to happen my eyelids still twitch. That's why it's dark, my eyes are closed. I open them and I feel like the entire world suddenly crushed me. I quickly close them. It is too bright. Sensations start pouring in after that, and I am analyzing each of them as quickly as I can. My head feels dizzy and drunk. My shoulders ache, and my wrists feel numb along with my fingers. I open my eyes again. There is a light right on them. My neck is sore from my head lazily flopped back the entire time I've been out. I manage to roll it to let it flop forward instead, and blood comes rushing up. My eyes adjust to the spots and the darkness of the rest of the room. My hands are bound above my head, but my feet can touch the ground. I stand on wobbly legs to let blood come back to my wrists as well. I can only remember flashes of how I got here..

    We were on a convoy in the middle of no where. Our comms were good, but we couldn't get the AO's HQ to respond to us.. we never get them to though. I'm in the turret, and I stop the convoy due to a suspicious article in the road. I don't even have time to examine it. The next thing I know there is nothing but sand in my vision.. a moment of the wind howling in my ears, and a ringing sensation in them as I fall into the grassy ditch next to the road. My vehicle is on fire. I can move. I try to locate my weapon while standing, and everything goes dark.

    I'm scanning the room. It wasn't designed to hold prisoners or kidnapped people, they added the chains that are keeping me up to the ceiling. The ceiling is cement, like the rest of the room, and cold. I still have my boots, though they took my top. My wallet isn't in my pocket anymore. Why am I worried about that? Where is my company? Are they all in here like me? With as many weapons as they've got, that must be impossible. So why am I here? Are there others? My head is starting to come to me again. I scan the room once more and realize there is a camera infront of me. My heart feels like it is in my stomach. There is a man in the room with me. How long has he been there? He must have seen me wake up.

    He walks over to me, grinning slightly.. he looks mad. Not angry.. Mad. I try to wet my throat, my mouth feels full of cotton. We lock eyes for a brief moment, before there is an overwhelming sensation to vomit followed by me gagging. I'm listening to myself react to a punch right in my gut, as if I'm far away from myself. The camera can't be good. I need to get out of here. He has a rifle... No. He has MY weapon. I don't want to look up at the ceiling again. I start to pull furiously on the chains. I feel like I have no strength at all. I'm wiggling them back and forth. My hands are aching, and I am trying to squeeze them through whatever metal is binding them. He looks amused that I am struggling. Sicko. He finally talks, and his voice sounds as perverse as he does, "Your friend would not talk. You look smarter than he was."

    Was? ...

    He doesn't speak English very well. I'm panicked in the corner of this place. My legs are not bound, but how far would I get? He probably has a knife as well. The weapon is far enough away, but--... But my hands ARE slipping. My eyes are watering, I can't tell from the pain of struggling or from the punch he landed earlier. I'm still having trouble breathing from it. The thought of someone else from my convoy being here makes everything heated in my body. My veins are on fire, and my head has never felt so clear. He turns his head to address the camera, and my wrist comes free. I didn't expect the entire chain from my other arm to fall from the ceiling, and it slams him right in the head. I waste no time grabbing the other end and pulling it tight around his neck. It felt like an eternity, struggling with this man. My boot planted in his shoulder blades, both arms bracing the chain as he flopped wildly, trying to cut me but his lack of flexibility not allowing him. I thought he was playing dead for a while...

    He made so much noise. I'm panicking.. Who all heard that? Is there anyone near by? Where is this friend of mine? I can't yank my other hand from the chain, so I wrap it around my forearm and grasp my rifle. I'm shaking so badly. Calm yourself, girl, doesn't sound so reassuring. I look at the camera... Is it broadcasting live? Or just recording? "My name is Kyuuei... I don't know where I am. But I need to leave here. If this is broadcasting. I am alive.."

    How long have I been gone from the company? " ... I miss you."

    I don't even know who I am saying that to.. I didn't even know it came out until I finished. I look to see if there is a place to insert a tape or DVD, but I stop just as quickly as I started. I hear voices outside the door. I adjust where I am standing so I am nearly flat against the wall the door opens into. I lift my rifle, and put the red arrow at head height of it. I needed direction, and my friend was it. I need to find my friend.
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    prplchknz: i don't like it

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    Quote Originally Posted by kyuuei View Post
    I can hear dripping water. Slow, steady dripping. It's so loud and sudden, that even though I can anticipate when it is going to happen my eyelids still twitch. That's why it's dark, my eyes are closed. I open them and I feel like the entire world suddenly crushed me. I quickly close them. It is too bright. Sensations start pouring in after that, and I am analyzing each of them as quickly as I can. My head feels dizzy and drunk. My shoulders ache, and my wrists feel numb along with my fingers. I open my eyes again. There is a light right on them. My neck is sore from my head lazily flopped back the entire time I've been out. I manage to roll it to let it flop forward instead, and blood comes rushing up. My eyes adjust to the spots and the darkness of the rest of the room. My hands are bound above my head, but my feet can touch the ground. I stand on wobbly legs to let blood come back to my wrists as well. I can only remember flashes of how I got here..

    We were on a convoy in the middle of no where. Our comms were good, but we couldn't get the AO's HQ to respond to us.. we never get them to though. I'm in the turret, and I stop the convoy due to a suspicious article in the road. I don't even have time to examine it. The next thing I know there is nothing but sand in my vision.. a moment of the wind howling in my ears, and a ringing sensation in them as I fall into the grassy ditch next to the road. My vehicle is on fire. I can move. I try to locate my weapon while standing, and everything goes dark.

    I'm scanning the room. It wasn't designed to hold prisoners or kidnapped people, they added the chains that are keeping me up to the ceiling. The ceiling is cement, like the rest of the room, and cold. I still have my boots, though they took my top. My wallet isn't in my pocket anymore. Why am I worried about that? Where is my company? Are they all in here like me? With as many weapons as they've got, that must be impossible. So why am I here? Are there others? My head is starting to come to me again. I scan the room once more and realize there is a camera infront of me. My heart feels like it is in my stomach. There is a man in the room with me. How long has he been there? He must have seen me wake up.

    He walks over to me, grinning slightly.. he looks mad. Not angry.. Mad. I try to wet my throat, my mouth feels full of cotton. We lock eyes for a brief moment, before there is an overwhelming sensation to vomit followed by me gagging. I'm listening to myself react to a punch right in my gut, as if I'm far away from myself. The camera can't be good. I need to get out of here. He has a rifle... No. He has MY weapon. I don't want to look up at the ceiling again. I start to pull furiously on the chains. I feel like I have no strength at all. I'm wiggling them back and forth. My hands are aching, and I am trying to squeeze them through whatever metal is binding them. He looks amused that I am struggling. Sicko. He finally talks, and his voice sounds as perverse as he does, "Your friend would not talk. You look smarter than he was."

    Was? ...

    He doesn't speak English very well. I'm panicked in the corner of this place. My legs are not bound, but how far would I get? He probably has a knife as well. The weapon is far enough away, but--... But my hands ARE slipping. My eyes are watering, I can't tell from the pain of struggling or from the punch he landed earlier. I'm still having trouble breathing from it. The thought of someone else from my convoy being here makes everything heated in my body. My veins are on fire, and my head has never felt so clear. He turns his head to address the camera, and my wrist comes free. I didn't expect the entire chain from my other arm to fall from the ceiling, and it slams him right in the head. I waste no time grabbing the other end and pulling it tight around his neck. It felt like an eternity, struggling with this man. My boot planted in his shoulder blades, both arms bracing the chain as he flopped wildly, trying to cut me but his lack of flexibility not allowing him. I thought he was playing dead for a while...

    He made so much noise. I'm panicking.. Who all heard that? Is there anyone near by? Where is this friend of mine? I can't yank my other hand from the chain, so I wrap it around my forearm and grasp my rifle. I'm shaking so badly. Calm yourself, girl, doesn't sound so reassuring. I look at the camera... Is it broadcasting live? Or just recording? "My name is Kyuuei... I don't know where I am. But I need to leave here. If this is broadcasting. I am alive.."

    How long have I been gone from the company? " ... I miss you."

    I don't even know who I am saying that to.. I didn't even know it came out until I finished. I look to see if there is a place to insert a tape or DVD, but I stop just as quickly as I started. I hear voices outside the door. I adjust where I am standing so I am nearly flat against the wall the door opens into. I lift my rifle, and put the red arrow at head height of it. I needed direction, and my friend was it. I need to find my friend.
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    ^ Thank you kindly.
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    I woke up on a bed that wasn't my own, but it was mine in the dream. Brightly blue-and-green colored pillows, my white comforter. I stretched over and grabbed my robe, throwing it around my summer pajamas. The scene cuts to me carrying a newspaper and my breakfast out onto the patio. The house is overlooking the ocean. It is beautiful. The wind is soft and salty, and I can smell the morning tide. The weather is warm, but in the mornings the building shades my balcony from the sun. I'm scrolling through the adds and skimming the paper while drinking my cup of juice. I keep getting distracted by the view.. I'm watching a woman running on the beach with her dog. I decide today I'm going to go try my hand at boarding instead of fishing.
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    prplchknz: i don't like it

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    I remember INTJ being extremely furious at me. Pacing the room, trying everything to keep himself collected while he raced thoughts through his mind. I was sitting there, head down, looking at my shoes and poking one toe to another, not thinking about anything at all. Finally, he grunted and sat down next to me. "You're a moron." He said finally. I laughed some and he looked at me even more angry that I'd find that amusing. To which I replied with, "No one believes me when I tell them that.. until they see it for themselves." INTJ sat there for a second, and I couldn't read his expression at all.. but it seemed like the anger melted from his face. "Thank you." I said to him softly and he shook his head, "Next time don't pull crazy stunts like that and you won't need to thank me."

    It's all I remember from the dream.
    Kantgirl: Just say "I'm feminine and I'll punch anyone who says otherwise!"
    Halla74: Think your way through the world. Feel your way through life.

    Cimarron: maybe Prpl will be your girl-bud
    prplchknz: i don't like it

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    I have two to report from last night.

    First - I'm in the desert again. We're sitting in a little alcove made by rocks, waiting for the rain to die down. I'm bored, and singing softly to myself. My LT is sitting across from me, trying to pretend he doesn't notice I'm cold, since I'm trying my best to hide it. I'm exhausted. Everything hurts so bad. I'm carrying him when his leg gets too bad.. we're not making good time. I wish I was the She-hulk or something. We haven't said much at all since I found him. I think he was in shock a bit... He finally speaks up though, and interupts my song. "Thank you.." He says, gruff and forced out.

    I slammed into the doorway, pumping two bullets right into the two people inside, my gun swinging straight at my LT's head and freezing once I realized who it was. My friend. He was alive. .. LT Is Alive. They were bluffing... I notice they were not going to be bluffing.. I think the man was about to kill him right as I stormed in, judging by the positions they were facing and the weaponry in their hands. I run over to him and cut him loose. We both take off to the roof tops. I tell him on the other building I have a rope we can climb down with. I have a glove on one hand. He's racing next to me, yelling at me for not bothering to stop and follow military bearings and procedures. I'm just charging the hallways, shooting as I go, and hoping I'm not shot back. So far it's worked though. We get to the top of the building and I get a running start and jump to the other side. I look to him, and he's right behind me but doesn't quite jump as far as I do and slams his leg into the concrete edge. I shudder and tighten--I could HEAR his shin bone crack. I gather him up and pull him onto my back and tell him, "HOLD ON! This is GOING to hurt!" I throw myself off of the side of the roof just as the other men I left behind were entering it, and slide down the rope in an almost free-fall.. the glove doing little for my poor hand. We slam onto the ground and I gather myself up and push him into the vehicle I had ready for us at the bottom of the rope. I start it and speed off as fast and furious as I've ever driven a vehicle.

    I smile over to him. "For breaking your leg? I should've thought it out better and put the rope on the other side." He shakes his head and sighs. "Thank you for saving me. I had said my last goodbyes and everything." I frown and look out at our vehicle.. out of gas and all that jazz, we dumped it off a while back but I could still barely see it at the bottom of a cliffside. "We're not even near safe yet ya know.." "How did you do all of that?" He demanded. "Were you trained with SWAT? Did you go on a mountain when you were 12 with Mr. Miyagi?" I laughed nervously and looked at my hand, still badly burned from the slide down yesterday. "... I was just scared. That's all." "You didn't look scared." "Of course I didn't look it.. I thought I'd throw up for sure though. They told me they'd killed you.. I was just going to get your body, ya know.." ... We were silent for a while after that. I gave him the cup we'd found in the truck with rain water in it, and let him drink it first.

    Second one after I went back to sleep - I'm stuck in a prickly situation. I'm dressed rather well in a pair of nice red heels and my lovely red dress, INTJ and ENFJ friends are in suits next to INFJ, dressed in a blackl sequin gown that shows off her lovely pair, across the room. We made a promise we'd both wear something super nice. We got separated in the complication of things. The men holding the room pretty much hostage are looking for someone. A girl. I don't remember the name. The men seem unfamiliar with the girl they're looking for because the way the girl behind me is acting, I can tell she's the one they're looking for, but my body is covering her from their immediate view. She's so scared... I'm getting pissed off at her because her terror is keeping an entire room hostage. I see they're getting antsy and a bit trigger-happy soon, and start to bother another girl obviously married to the guy standing next to her.. she screams out a bit denying being the one they're looking for.

    I growl a bit under my breath, and looking over at INTJ. He looks back at me, and I know he knows what I'm about to do. I look away before he tell me no, and as I yell out at the guys he bumps ENFJ in the side to help get INFJ to a safe place. ENFJ, like clockwork does so, swooping her up and pulling her aside, and INTJ starts trying to evaluate what he can do next. Meanwhile, the guys have already pulled me aside, and one of them has me around the neck. I can't breathe, and luckily for me how easily my skin changes colors makes him think he's choking me longer than he really is, so he releases me before it hurts too badly. I see just a glimpse of INTJ, he is furious. INTJ sees an opportunity though--he notices the undercover cop is still in the establishment he was talking to earlier. The cop is waiting for backup to arrive. I give an angry look at the girl that was too chicken-shit to say anything and gtfo before my ears ring and everything goes dark.
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    prplchknz: i don't like it

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