Here it is:
I was walking at night through the city with a man who was a respectable american.
He was going to be promoted to admiral for his fine service.
We were talking and strolling through the city, when we got in a bad neighborhood. I didn't worry too much, since nothing ever happened to me there. Strangely enough, there was chaos in the streets. There were a bunch of kids shooting eachother in a yard and we had to run fast, not to be hit by any bullets. Then a man came and started asking for my wallet.
I refused. He hit the admiral and he complied - gave him a wallet (which unknown to the criminal - was empty).
The criminal then attacked me with a syringe and injected me. I was scared, because I thought of disease. I started feeling dizzy, fell to the ground, tried to get up. It seems he drugged me. The guy tried to mess me up, I'm not sure how, but I managed to escape. He killed the admiral - shot him.
I ran and ran and entered a car and drove away and managed to escape the horrible place.
I get home, where I turn on the tv on the news channel. They made an obituary for the admiral. They said he was a fine man, and that he died as a hero and such. That the family was in all our hearts etc.
I became furious, because they didn't reveal the way he died. I was the sole witness, but they didn't care! They even had the nerve to say he died in America! Why did they lie? Why didn't anyone say that he died like a dog in my country, by the hand of some petty gangers?? I was furious! I wanted to speak up, but had nobody to listen...
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RL: Job goes well, relationship goes bad.
I have no idea why I dreamt of Americans... I don't even know any, or have any special feelings towards them.
I was walking at night through the city with a man who was a respectable american.
He was going to be promoted to admiral for his fine service.
We were talking and strolling through the city, when we got in a bad neighborhood. I didn't worry too much, since nothing ever happened to me there. Strangely enough, there was chaos in the streets. There were a bunch of kids shooting eachother in a yard and we had to run fast, not to be hit by any bullets. Then a man came and started asking for my wallet.
I refused. He hit the admiral and he complied - gave him a wallet (which unknown to the criminal - was empty).
The criminal then attacked me with a syringe and injected me. I was scared, because I thought of disease. I started feeling dizzy, fell to the ground, tried to get up. It seems he drugged me. The guy tried to mess me up, I'm not sure how, but I managed to escape. He killed the admiral - shot him.
I ran and ran and entered a car and drove away and managed to escape the horrible place.
I get home, where I turn on the tv on the news channel. They made an obituary for the admiral. They said he was a fine man, and that he died as a hero and such. That the family was in all our hearts etc.
I became furious, because they didn't reveal the way he died. I was the sole witness, but they didn't care! They even had the nerve to say he died in America! Why did they lie? Why didn't anyone say that he died like a dog in my country, by the hand of some petty gangers?? I was furious! I wanted to speak up, but had nobody to listen...
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RL: Job goes well, relationship goes bad.
I have no idea why I dreamt of Americans... I don't even know any, or have any special feelings towards them.