At some point in time here (I don�t know where) I am looking at a map that shows a fortress which are some mountains with what looks like water around one third of it to the north on the map.� But which I think (in waking retrospect) pertained to someone telling me that we couldn�t go that way because the drug czars ran their shipments through the blue zone and they would kill anyone they saw there.

Pans to a huge fortress built into a cliff face in the middle of a vast desert far from anywhere.� The fortress is a sheer man made wall probably 300 or 400 feet tall and at least half a mile wide, with a monstrous center piece that sticks up another 50 feet and out about 30 feet with a huge solid wood portcullis about 80 feet tall.� Some sheik owns it, and nobody ever sees him really.� I thought I saw him once during the dream but it was just a white classic sheik style (you know what I�m talking about).� So I don�t know if it was him or some friend come a callin.� No one that was in the bottom level where the constant party was was dressed like a sheik.� It was like a restaurant pub with a rave crowd in it.� Pretty weird mix really.� I was ogling at the general disarray of people and environment when I had to pee, so I headed for the bathroom just at the end of the bar.� This is a normal sized bar pub kinda place with about 150 people doing random things that people normally do in a restaurant, bar, pub, or rave.� Yeah, weird isn�t it.� Anyway, I go to the john and it�s a normal sized deal with a normal public bathroom urinal, stall, and a sink in it.� I step up to the urinal and lean my head into the corner made by the wall and the stall next to the urinal.� I feel drunk and the cool stable marble and metal feel good on my forehead.� I start to take a piss and realize that I have to go so bad I can�t.� I kick it there for a second and relax and nature takes its course.� After a minute or so of straight pissin, the guy that was in the stall the whole time says �Geez, you gotta take a leak or something?�.� I say yeahhhhhhh, and keep pissing for another minute or two even.� It was an insanely long piss.� There is a door, right next to the main gate to the fortress, to a room full of brick-a-brack.� You know toys, sports gear, skate boards, and all kinds of random stuff you would find piled in an attic or garage.� But its all mostly new, like it was bought and they didn�t like it or something.� A bad habit of the rich I think to myself.� The room is pretty long with a path winding through all the shit stored in there.� All the way in the back, which is about 100 feet, is a kinda hidden door to a smaller room with shady looking Arab dudes sitting in it.� I realize they aren�t Arabs at all, but just dirty looking dudes in ratty clothes.� Silly me.� Anyway, this other guy I guess is with me even though I didn�t see where he came from, and I don�t know who he is.� I think there is some kind of transaction for party favors (drugs) but I can�t remember exactly what happened.� I end up back at the bar.� (Don�t know how or when it just happened.� You know how dreams do that).

Now I�m standing way out in the desert looking at the fortress.� At least the camera is.� 6 nuns drive out of the deep desert from behind me and speed toward the fortress.� They are driving a 6 wheeled quad that is sinking in the very loose fluffy dust that is about 2 feet deep.� It almost looks like they are pushing dark brown liquidy mud in front of them.� But they are still moving along pretty fast.� They stop a couple hundred yards from the main gate and meet some villagers that are standing out there.� I don�t think the villagers were waiting for the nuns, they just happened to be out there when the nuns drove up.�

I am in a dance club setting on a little dance floor about 20 feet across square with a bunch of people loosely crowded around dance the dance club thing.� Anyway, there are these two guys that you can tell are total dickhead bully type joke dudes in the smack center of the dance floor doing their thing and checking out the girls out there.� This one girl, right behind then and to the left from my point of view, has this pretty boy dude (her boyfriend it looks like) kissing her ass trying to get her attention.� She is dancing with her back to him ignoring him while looking annoyed.� SHE IS HOT!� I mean really hot.� Kinda retro 80�s outfit with a jacket and tube top.� Lean and curvy.� So the leader dickhead guy fingers his thumb at her to his buddy and makes a stupid face that says, �I�m gonna go over there and take that pretty boys woman right in front of him�.� He moves around behind her and starts dancing with his crotch in her as and she is diggin him and going with it.� In steps the skinny dorky kid that the dickheads are always beating up.� Actually I think some other dickhead guy brought the geek in from a thrashin or something because the kid was all red from crying and pissed off and on looking.� The lead dickhead dude in now in front of the crowd and the geek is kneeling on the ground where the other dickhead dude left him.� Suddenly the geek pops up with a revolver in his hands and jumps up and runs at the lead dickhead dude.� He was about 30 feet away when he popped up with the gun.� Anyway, he fires the gun and it shoots up at the ceiling, then again and it shoots just a little bit lower but still up at the ceiling.� Then again and lower but to high still and again, and again,� finally I am watching the last shot as he fires it and thinking holy shit he is going to accidentally get that gun down low enough to hit the lead dickhead dude.� I also think if he doesn�t he will surely suffer a major thrashing and possible death via torture.� But damn if he doesn�t actually hit the bastard.� He got him in the head or the chest.� I didn�t really see where it hit him because he dropped to fast for me to see it all.� Then I woke up.� Interesting that one.� I would have to say it is one of the more vivid �real life� style dreams I have had.

Nathan Wandrey

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