...I don't really have nightmares, at least not many that I can remember, but I do have a very disturbing recurring dream...I'm some form of warrior, a celt possibly, on one side of an army with the opposing force on the other side of a broad field...there are a few moments of perfect calm and the detail is crystal clear...I can see the other men's breath steaming in the air, the sunlight on blades...and then there's a tremendous roar and the two armies are running together and with this god-awful crunch, they come together...now I'm in the thick of it, and everything seems so brutally real...men are being dismembered, surrounded by the groaning and weeping of the dying...I can see faces that I can almost recognize, people I know falling beside me...and just as battle reaches it's peak, I'm about to turn around, and I'm speared through the back...I look down and I watch the spearhead explode through my belly...this is usually the point were I wake up...I don't find it scary, but I deffinately feel shock and find the whole experience very disturbing...that's usually the end of sleep for me for a night...

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"Bass and treble heal every hurt,
There's a rebel in a nylon shirt
But the words are a mystery, I'v heard
'Til you turn it down to 33 and 1/3
'Cos it helps with the elocution
Corporations turn revolutions
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