DREAM JOURNAL:
(Induced by Nat'l Geographic? George Bush?)
I'm a captured South Korean in the Korean War. I'm held by communists in a building complex that a batallion of UN troops has just moved up to; they're encamped just outside a series of walls, trying to figure out the best way to attack it. The communists are freaking out and keep yelling that they're about to cap me. I'm helping out in the medical ward, rushing bleeding people in brown uniforms from room to room. I'm scared, so I'm rushing aroud manaically tending to the patients and running their gurneys down halls lined with pissed off N.Korean troops. As I pass through one hall, I notice a fire exit. I say, "sorrry, dude" in Korean and park the guy I'm wheeling and head for the fire exit. I'm on the 5th floor and the door opens to a fire escape - I half slide, half fall down the ladder and land in an alley outside the building. I can't decide whether to break for it and get to the U.N. side or wait till dark; there are guards on the walls. I bolt accross the alley way and swing past a few walls, and I find myself running straight into an American platoon, the members of which were crouching behind the wall immediately swing all their bristling weaponry at me and I throw my hands up and start trying to yell at them in English, which I don't really know. Some burly Texan runs up to me and jabs a bowie knife at my neck - I keep screaming "America! America!" and eventually he seems to understand and lets me go. The End.
(Induced by Nat'l Geographic? George Bush?)
I'm a captured South Korean in the Korean War. I'm held by communists in a building complex that a batallion of UN troops has just moved up to; they're encamped just outside a series of walls, trying to figure out the best way to attack it. The communists are freaking out and keep yelling that they're about to cap me. I'm helping out in the medical ward, rushing bleeding people in brown uniforms from room to room. I'm scared, so I'm rushing aroud manaically tending to the patients and running their gurneys down halls lined with pissed off N.Korean troops. As I pass through one hall, I notice a fire exit. I say, "sorrry, dude" in Korean and park the guy I'm wheeling and head for the fire exit. I'm on the 5th floor and the door opens to a fire escape - I half slide, half fall down the ladder and land in an alley outside the building. I can't decide whether to break for it and get to the U.N. side or wait till dark; there are guards on the walls. I bolt accross the alley way and swing past a few walls, and I find myself running straight into an American platoon, the members of which were crouching behind the wall immediately swing all their bristling weaponry at me and I throw my hands up and start trying to yell at them in English, which I don't really know. Some burly Texan runs up to me and jabs a bowie knife at my neck - I keep screaming "America! America!" and eventually he seems to understand and lets me go. The End.
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