Full Metal Jacket

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The 1987 British-American war movie Full Metal Jacket.

At A Marine Forward Operating Base With My Brother CC?

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All that I can remember of this dream is that my mom and I went to another country to visit my brother CC while he was deployed in this unknown country with his marine unit.

I remember my mom and I being in the middle of my brother CC’s unit as my brother CC and his fellow marines moved on foot in a line through what looked like a forward operating base.

There were walls and we were moving through narrow alleys, and my brother CC and his fellow marines had their weapons out and ready as we moved cautiously through the area like it was not completely safe yet oddly.

It was somewhat dark (maybe from the shade of the walls and / or smoke grenades and / or sandstorm and / or smoke and / or some kind of other environmental and / or human causes) but I am not sure what time of day it was, and eventually we reached a building with a small gym-like area and a few other areas.

My brother CC’s unit stopped to briefly rest, exercise, grapple, say military cadences, et cetera as their commanding officer or whoever made sure that they stayed ready and alert and let out some stress and increase their aggressiveness et cetera to prepare for what might come next because I assume that this military base was not completely cleared and safe yet.

I remember seeing some of the marines resting, some exercising, and some were grappling and really getting into it and getting very aggressive as their commanding officer or whoever had them say military cadences et cetera trying to keep them ready to fight.

While this was going on an attack on the base started or continued and some more threats inside and / or outside the base were found, and so the commanding officer or whoever sent some of the marines to deal with the attack including my brother CC.

My brother CC works in motor transport so I thought that it was slightly odd that he was sent out to fight, I could understand though and I know that is part of the job especially in a marine corps, and so I hoped that him and his fellow marines who left outside to fight would be okay and I wanted to join them but I was just an untrained civilian who might put them at risk and get in their way because of my lack of training and experience so I doubted that they would let me fight with them so I did not ask to join them.

I needed to use the bathroom so I walked down a hallway following two women with light-color skin who also seemed to be civilians, they seemed to know where they were going, and so that is why I followed them.

I then saw my former male classmate BS who also seemed to be a civilian and I greeted him briefly, and then I continued following the women who were on their way to a cafeteria-like area with tables where I saw at least one man who also seemed to be a civilain with light-color skin eating and drinking and reading a newspaper et cetera so I went in there for a closer look before going to the bathroom that was in the hallway.

But I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

Sparring With An United States Marine

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I could not sleep for most of last night so I barely got any sleep last night, I did not voice record my dreams during this time, and so now I can barely remember part of my last dream.

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day, and I was riding in an automobile through a fictional city with my parent’s and my mom was driving.

As we were driving I probably realized that I needed to go to work, and so I asked my mom to drop me off at work because I would not have time to return to get my automobile.

My mom told me that she needed to go to a doctor’s appointment after dropping me off, and so she was not sure if she would be able to pick me up from work later but she would call me later to let me know if she will be able to pick me up from work or not.

As we drove to where I work I remember seeing a television military recruitment commercial for probably The United States Military (Armed Forces), probably The United States Marine Corps, and the television commercial showed some soldiers (marines) in civilian clothing sometimes in their civilian lives and then it would sometimes jump to showing them in their military uniforms (combat, dress, et cetera) in their military lives and I also saw scenes of them doing mêlée combat training with rifles with bayonets et cetera.

After the television commercial I probably saw several soldiers (marines) outside as we drove by, they were probably exercising and / or training or something like that, and then we reached the parking lot of the fictional place where I worked which looked like a one-story school-like office building next to a small field and park-like area.

My parent’s dropped me off and I said goodbye, they drove off, and the dream jumped in time to where I was leaving work now.

My mom must have not been able to pick me up because I started walking home, and during my walk I saw a man with dark-color skin with short black hair playing soccer while holding a baseball bat who seemed to be a soldier (marine) so I stopped to talk to him because I wanted to tell him about some of the mêlée combat that I saw in that television commercial and I was curious about sparring to see how well I do against a trained soldier (marine) in mêlée combat.

I greeted the man and we started to talk, he was possibly from Africa (African) and possibly had immigrated to The United States but I can not remember, and I was correct about him being a soldier and he told me that he was in The United States Marines Corps.

I told him that one of the reasons (there were several reasons) that I assumed that he was a soldier was because of how he was holding the baseball bat, and I told him about the television commercial that I saw.

After that I asked him if we could have a friendly sparring match with baseball bats as our weapons in place of rifles with bayonets so that I could test my melee combat skills (untrained) against a United States marine, and he agreed.

We then had a quick friendly sparring match but I can not remember the match, it was fun though and he probably complimented my skills, and maybe we called it a draw but I can not remember.

I thanked him and we shook hands, he probably said that he hopes that we meet again for a rematch and / or to play some soccer and that he would teach me some combat skills that he learned, and I said that would be nice and that I hoped that we would meet again.

We said goodbye, and I continued walking but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

Team Competitions At A School & United States Marine Corps Recruit Training & Ellen Ripley?

I only remember part of my last dream from last night that started at what seemed to be a school gym and I was possibly there as a student with other students including some of my former classmates like my former male classmate MB, my former female classmate LB, et cetera.

We all were divided into different teams competing against each other in various mostly physical competitions like racing et cetera, we could decide who on our team would compete in each competition or we could all compete depending on the competition, and I remember one of the competitions was a speed race back across the gym horizontally; and a short person/student with whitish colored skin with short yellowish colored hair wearing no shoes who we never seen before was chosen to race alone for our team, and I could not tell the gender of this person.

Fighting For Eastside Against The Military?

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I barely remember part of the end of my last dream, which took place in D on Eastside.

The dream was part realistic, part video game-like, and part dream-like.

I can not remember most of the dream, so it does not make much sense, but I do remember that a military or some group seemed to have taken over our street and/or neighborhood.

They were using our neighbor RD’s house as a headquarters or something, where supplies & troops were brought in by vehicles & helicopters, and some masked men (wearing ski mask-like masks) & I were using guerrilla warfare / stealth attacks to get our street/neighborhood back.

I am not sure about this, but the military that took over the neighborhood might have been dressed like The United States Marine Corps and/or The United States Army and/or one or more branches of The United States Military and/or maybe it was not the US Military (maybe the US Marines since I remember something like their current Marine desert camouflage but I could be wrong since we fought from a distance mostly) with their uniforms, body armor, weapons, vehicles, helicopters, et cetera; but I could be wrong, but I think that I remember them looking like the US Military.

The masked men (there might have been some women too but I could not tell because of the masks) and I did sniper attacks, attacks on their supply lines, hit & run attacks on their headquarters & helicopter drop-off areas, et cetera.

We knew Eastside well since we grew up there and so we were able to hide and escape the military after our attacks.

I did not wear a mask but I imagine the others who did wear masks & I looked like a terrorist group or something, I am not sure if we had any armor, probably not or not much; we had assault rifles/rifles, and we tried to pack light since we moved around a lot.

I remember part of one of our sniper and hit & run attacks, where we attacked/sniped some of their soldiers at their headquarters from my grandfather’s garden as a helicopter was about to land to drop off more soldiers & supplies, and some of the masked men & I ran to attack the helicopter while our snipers covered us.

I remember one or more or all the soldiers did look like US Military with the body armor/helmets, current desert uniforms/camouflage, weapons, and everything looked like current US Military issue to me if I am not mistaken (US Marines probably, that would also explain their smaller numbers, but it could have been the US Army and/or both and/or neither); but I could be wrong.

I woke up during our attack as some of their soldiers shot back at us,

The end,

-John Jr 🙂

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