It's war time. Men in those army green uniforms. We're in a transport plane taking the wounded prisoners somewhere. The General tells me to get them oxygen right away BUT if i don't get to them in time, put them in the shrink-wrap and when we get to our destination they can be revived without suffering brain damage. There's about nine or so 'bodies' but i only get to maybe three in time. The others are technically "dead" so i put them in the shrink wrap as instructed. I'm worried that the medical technicians won't realize what they need to do when we get to our destination so just before we land i use a red marker to write "HELP" and "NEED OXYGEN" and draws arrows to the mouths on all of the bodies.
I'm in Pacifica in the apartment where i lived. Debbie is there at first but she leaves. Then it's the apartment i live in in dreams sometimes. I want to leave but i'm afraid i won't be able to find my way back. I go out into the hallways and it's like i'm in a really nice motel. The walkway is brick tile sort of like in the foyer of the house i live in now. When i get to the 'lobby' it's lush with greenery - trees and plants. Very nice. I realize this isn't the apartment i go to in dreams after all and i don't know where i am.
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