I remember the first time I dreamed I killed someone. I was on the Harry S. Truman (trivia, despite the ship being named that way, the actual president's middle "initial" didn't stand for anything, so it was just S, without the full-stop) and I dreamed a few friends of mine decided to kill the crew.
I didn't have any guns, so I went down to the small arms locker (I was in the master-at-arms, that is, security force, at the time), checked out a 9mm, then killed everyone in the armory with it.
Yeah, those dreams are no fun. But it's good sign to be horrified, neh?
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I remember the first time I dreamed I killed someone. I was on the Harry S. Truman (trivia, despite the ship being named that way, the actual president's middle "initial" didn't stand for anything, so it was just S, without the full-stop) and I dreamed a few friends of mine decided to kill the crew.
I didn't have any guns, so I went down to the small arms locker (I was in the master-at-arms, that is, security force, at the time), checked out a 9mm, then killed everyone in the armory with it.
Yeah, those dreams are no fun. But it's good sign to be horrified, neh?
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