From Syria to a Starship - Dream Diary
Had a very strange dream last night. It began in New York City. Apparently, I planned on travelling to Syria with some friends of mine and a few redneck bikers we met somewhere. For some reason we were under the impression that there was some means of direct transit between NYC and Syria. The rednecks were reckless, brandishing their assault rifles as they were driving down main thoroughfares in the city. I remember some sort of trouble with the police – something to do with hard drugs that the rednecks were on or carrying. I seem to remember a gas station getting blown up in the process. My friends and I got bailed out of it by some cop who bore a face I recognized but a name I had forgotten. We wound up in Syria though. We didn’t join up with anyone, but we were trying to get as close to the front lines as possible for some reason. We were filming what was happening if I’m not mistaken. At some point, we were pinned down on the street by someone shooting at us. I picked up a gun ly