Dreamlog/06.14.10/The Bed, The Robowhore fire, and The Freeway Exit to Mexico.

I was in a real nice bedroom.

As if "real nice" were a color, or an atmosphere, it would be light blue. Whatever that means. Fresh I guess... like it was near a pool in the backyard.

Like I woke up in Rio.

The windows were open, and a bed was situated really low to the ground. Pull your bed frame out from under the box spring low - Just how I like it.

It was lush with plants, and also very intimate. Tucked in the backyard like a guesthouse, and about as big as a garage. It was either owned by my brother or part of his place...

*After waking up to take a piss, I remember one of my shipmates showing me a Green dry-erase marker for his rack, before I went back to sleep. He liked that I used one for reminders, and decided to gank my idea so that he could write reminders in his rack as well.

Next Dream...

As if I entered a video-scape (video game+landscape), I'm fighting off video game style terminator enemies by lighting them on fire with some sort of low-tech fire starter.

It was like a magnifying glass to an ant, and it would burn 'em up like a disco inferno.

There was an abandoned building in this post apocalyptic desert.

An Asian girl with a blonde feathered hairdo pops out of nowhere. Robowhore!

She's rubbing her whole torso. Either she had, or had taken off a skimpy stripper/hooker style bikini. She tells me she's hot, while she continues to rub herself seductively.

I don't even know if she's human. I tell her to keep rubbing herself, and then her chest starts to flame up a bit.

She just keeps rubbing! It doesn't even phase her that she's on fire.

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So I see a shantytown style alleyway, that leads to a television. An Asian advertisement appears promoting Robowhore. The repetitive mall kiosk type of advertisement.

Then in a separate scene, my shipmate AM3 Bean tells me that he took the I-25 exit to Mexico.

It's the closest exit to my location, but I think to myself that it may not actually go there. I still take it, driving my slammed Veedub.

...and I'm awake again.

Dreamlog/6.13.09/ Out to Sea/2 mg. Melatonin: The Duke of Ham, Keys, & The Boat-whore.

First of all, this dream was quite the amalgamation of sorts. There were 3 dreams, 2 connecting, and 1 transfer. Like Tom-Tom Club sung: There was "no beginning" and there was "no end". The main subject started off in a room.

The Duke of Ham, and a girl (who knows?) were involved.

The Duke of Ham was my roommate? Anyhow, I did him a favor by driving him somewhere in *my Veedub (*not my Veedub).

We ended up at a 1 room, 2 unit... room. There were 2 adjoining quarters in 1 room. It was "L-shaped" yet equal. There weren't any dividers, but there were separate sleep rooms, a shared bathroom and a shared kitchen. Like a big "Extended Stay".

The Duke of Ham had access, because he did someone a favor. He let me stay there with him, and it felt like we were hanging out on a Friday after work.

I recall a medium brown wood theme for the interior, including Orange curtains.

I saw a charger plugged into the wall. Somehow "Dee" is involved.

I took a shower and scrubbed my bod with an Avon shower-geI, still early in the day.

I told the Duke of Ham that "I have to do something, and I'll be back later".

Suddenly I'm in a different dream, and I have left my keys in the "room" from the previous dream. Somebody else picks me up. I now remember that my phone was left in that dream and think to myself "I'm Screwed".

I then magically find my keys and phone in the automobile I'm in, and we head back to The Duke of Ham's place. I call him saying that I need to get my Veedub.

*I woke up, and went into the next dream*

I was in a hallway, not necessarily on the

boat I was stationed on.

Well I saw this girl who I will refer to as Sunni.

She was walking towards

me, grinning with interested eyes locked "on target".

Keep in mind that in real life this girl was a total boat-ho, which is not what most ladies aim to be in the U.S. Navy!

I knew that she liked me, but we said nothing to each other. We were just walking in the same direction. It was a bigger hallway than a "P-way". The Duke of Ham reappeared and said something to me as we were walking.

Right as I responded "Yeah" to him, Sunni asked me to justify my attraction to her with a headnod.

So she thought the "Yeah" was for her, and now thought that I liked her...

...and I'm awake again.

Dreamlog/6.9.09/Out to Sea: Sex, Cops, & The Bat-Boy Apartamentos.

We were parked in dry yellow grass. It felt like we were kids after school. 4:45 PM-ish.

We were in an older muscle car style hot rod, and the whole car was painted only with primer. I was sprawled out in the backseat making out with a young hottie.

It was like being in a queen sized bed, huge enough for both of us to lay in.

She was a brunette. We were making out like middle school kids, fueled with their first batch of hormones. She was thin, but very curvaceous. She was younger than I, and really liked me. She was the "good kind of dirty".

The owner of the car was getting ready to bang out her crazy blonde friend who was bent over "en el doggy-style" in the front passenger seat. With the car door wide open, blonde-girl had her yellow summer dress up over her ass.

I can now see that the driver resembles a thinner version of Sammy Hagar. He wears an auto- mechanic style button up shirt, with the sleeves cut off. His scruffy face was outfitted in aviators, and he was so "White that he was Red".

With a cigar in his mouth, as he lays down the man law with the blonde-girl, he looks over at me.

As he commences the "horizontal mambo" he yells out “YEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!!!”...

and with her head tilted back, blonde-girl moans and closes her eyes with pleasure. She loves it!

Suddenly, she notices the cops driving towards us from a few feet down the road. We all look at the police car coming near, that appears to have come straight out of 1960-something.

The police officers fit the 60's bill accordingly. They wave us off implying that we get on with our business, away from the embankment we are parked in. They don't say a word, they just slowly cruise on by. They know that we will listen to them.

We decide to head out. The Brunette and I are in the backseat. She has a wife-beater on, which hugs her tight in the right places and loose in the others. Apparently we are headed to her place to finish off what we had all started.

Unfortunately, the atmosphere changes abruptly.

I'm now at an apartment complex that feels a little "under-priveleged". It's a bit later in the evening, but not yet dark. There are plenty of kids around the complex.

The walls are brick...ish. The window screens are very dark. There are trees, plenty of shade and it seems that we are situated close to the city. I'm not by myself, and I notice the typical hustle & bustle of "los apartamentos". I exit an apartment I am sure I do not reside in.

A dirty "niño Mexicano" is outside. I open the front door to the porch, and this kid is hiding behind a concrete pillar.

I see him peeking at me, and he smacks me with a wooden wiffle bat!

Before I can frown my eyes in surprise and gather myself, he does it again! Now none of this hurts me, but I think to myself "Little piece of shit kid!"

I go on after his punk-ass and snag the wooden wiffle from him. He's scared now! As he is already crying, I grab the wooden wiffle and lightly bonk his head twice. Not to hurt him but merely to show him that I can do it too.

An older Hispanic man in his 60's appears out of nowhere. He has dark skin, gray hair, and a bad ass stache to match. Like a Mexican Sam Elliott!

On behalf of the residents, he comes out in support of my big vs. little showdown.

No one else comes out of their apartments, but they all knew what had went the fuck down. I learn from "El Sam Elliott" that this pudgy little fuck has been a community terror for a while now.

I am el hero de los apartamentos! I guess I live there now.

...and I'm awake again.