Dreamlog/7.20.09/Out to Sea: Boat Trash

I'm working on a naval vessel.

I'm back in waste management. It's what the Navy calls "the trash room".

Reynolds (not Ryan),

shows up with a different name tag on his uniform.

His last name now starts with a "W".

No, a respectable "W" .

There are a few more people working there with us.

Because of the people there, he says that he'll explain later, refering to why he has a different last name.

So I exit the trash room, and head out to the hangar bay.

...and, I'm awake again.

Dreamlog/5.6.2010/Out To Sea: Lets Go, Before They Riot!

It was late at night.

Or was it early in the mornin'?...

Well, either way it was dark.

I was out in an old Kmart parking lot,

out here in town.

I was with two uncles: "Chuck",

and "Mork",

as my family refers to them.

I was being watched,

and probably followed.

Probably some kind of... "agents".

CCTV perhaps.

As we made an escape to the said location, a Mexican night club closes and people scatter the parking lot,

like it's Cinco de Mayo!

Or Wal-Mart.

With the "last call" crowd all around,

bottles of booze were everywhere! They were bringing 'em from the club.

As they exited the club and started heading to their cars,

we looked for our own getaway ride, trying to avoid any trouble.

...and, I'm awake again.