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Last night I dreamed that I joined the Canadian Army. I know. I'm not even Canadian. All the new recruits and I were on "exercise" in Russia. We were on an elementry school schoolyard, looking for landmines. I was pretty scared. Hanging back, and walking where other people walked. Then we were practicing shooting things with our rifles. All of the rifles were supposed to just be shooting disappearing ink. But two people had guns that shot real bullets, and accidently shot one of the new girl soldiers. It was scary. I shot my gun into the ground to see what it would shoot, so that I wouldn't accidently kill anyone. My gun shot cigarette butts. After that the SuprKyle and I went out for dinner. We were back in Canada, and wanted to go back to NY for dinner. I was driving, and didn't know how we managed to get back into the country, as I didn't remember going through customs. He said that I told the customs officials that I was 20 and he was 21, and we were going to rescue a tree stump made of bricks. I was walking around the restaurant wearing all my army clothes, he was just wearing a black tshirt and cut off army pants. That was about all I can remember.
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