Dream : Saturday, Dec. 14, 2002 @ 11:28 am

They brought the prisoners in. I gasped to see that they were all my friends, one of them being Ryan.
They were going to hang them.
My friends didn't know it, they thought they had a trial for whatever misdomeaner they had done.
Trial? Not in Nazi America.
The man a few people down from me was Hitler. Or at least, the second Hitler. He was a sadistic bastard and the only reason why he wasn't planning on killing me along with my friends was because my father was one of his top advisors.
My friend's crime?
Accidentially insulting a friend of Hitler.

"Please, sir..." I started but before I could even finish Hitler interupted me.
"Your friends are going to die. We need the entertainment and it's not like they're innocent of the crime".
"But sir, execution for such a crime? They're only children!"
"Are you questioning me?"
I didn't answer.
"Are you questioning me?!?!"
"Sir, could I at least have some time alone with Ryan before the uh trial?"
He sighed and called one of his personal gaurd over to escort me and Ryan into a seperate room.
Ryan was looking confused. "What's going on?"
"Ryan, there's going to an execution today. Yours." That's all I said as I opened the relatively high window and guided him towards it. He climbed out, then I followed.
We landed on the streets of Bangor and he followed me to a bookstore where you could buy bus tickets when suddenly... he didn't want to take the bus. There were Nazis coming after us and he didn't even want to hide...

Sometimes, even in my dreams, you are very frustating to deal with Ryan...
Going to DC today...
/A

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