I'm going to start to write my dreams down when I wake up, then post them here. This is my first attempt.
ONE
I shake the black skull with my left hand. The van is parked outside, and the band is loading out. I walk towards the scene while balancing myself on a handrail. The ground cover is some kind of red flower.
TWO
John Trudell moves north, and there he is a judge. There are soldiers with knives on the end of their rifles. Two runners stumble to the finish line.
-Jay Unidos
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