Syn's blog: "My random dreams"

        Me and my partner were going to a residence of a known drug dealer to apprehend him. As we bust down the door, he and his girlfriend begin to run out the back door. We pursue them, jumping over and stepping on trash and clutter. By this time, another cop had shown up and he and my partner both corner this drug pusher in the backyard. I tackled his girlfriend and was straddling her back, pinning her to the ground. She really didnt seem to care because she was wiggling her butt saying "Oh be rough with me, I like it!". I look over towards the drug dealer, who is being held at gun point and say "Tell us where the drugs are!". He replied "I will never tell!". By this time he is getting very agitated. I then say to him, "Well then, if you're not gonna tell us, then perhaps you might enjoy watching me have my way with your girl here". He didn't seem to care all that much, as if not giving up the location of the drugs were more important. I asked my partner for a condom and he hands me this rather large pink one, don't ask why lol. I proceed to pull the girlfriend's hips up towards me, and pull her sweatpants down exposing her ass. I don this condom, which of course in this dream fit just fine lol, and start to engage in some rather naughty police brutality. I think my pleasure came more from the fact that it took this extreme measure for the drug dealer to show any concern. And so it ended, though no drugs were ever found, justice was definitely "served" and "protected".

I was outside an old house I had lived in long ago, it was late at night and it was snowing. Instead of having a sidewalk, there were train tracks. So there I was bundled up in my snowsuit, trying to clear the snow off the tracks. Someone was helping me but then stopped. I continued on. At the one end of the tracks was a tunnel. The tunnel had a garage door for some odd reason. As I neared the tunnel I started to get exhausted or possibly fed up with clearing the snow and decide to stop. As I stepped off of the tracks and made my way toward my front porch I hear the sound of a muffled rumbling thru the thick hood of my snowsuit. I walk up onto my porch and turn around to see a train roll through at a slow but unstoppable pace. Suddenly, some of the boxcars start to fishtail on the tracks and become unstable. As the seconds went by the cars started to derail and smash into the parked vehicles along the street. My father's truck, which was actually an ex employer's red dually, got plowed into and pushed into the front yard along with many other cars behind it. My car was parked near the entrance of the tunnel and I was trying to locate it through the mayhem that was still ongoing with endless boxcars steaming through. One boxcar made a virtual righthand turn into the driveway seperating my house and the neighbor to the right. I run to that end of the porch and look between the houses to see that this boxcar had paved a path downhill through yards and fences headed towards the busy boulevard some several blocks away where there was already total hysteria going on. I watched this runaway boxcar plow right into a moving vehicle and saw the driver being thrown through the windshield and tumbling like a limp ragdoll on the pavement. Glass, car parts , people and small engine fires filled the scene. Even though I was atleast a half mile away I could still hear the sounds of the horrific collisions, glass shattering, the screaming, women crying and people fighting with others because their loved ones and dearly departed were being stepped on or ran over in the midst of all this chaos.

I was sitting on the edge of a river and looking across the water. I noticed a small tree or bush along the shore on the other side. Sitting there was a man who appeared to be sleeping with his head resting in his hand. At that moment it came to my attention that I was holding my rifle. I lift my rifle up, look through the scope, center my crosshairs on this unknown person's head and I pull the trigger. I jump into the river to swim across but i notice I'm not swimming in water, but more like syrup or some other thick fluid. I swim back to shore and walk over to a bridge and cross it. Upon coming up to my unknown victim, I inspect the body to find I had blown the top half of this person's head off, as if something you'd see in the movies or some morbid website. I saw that his hand was still resting on his face but in his hand was a cell phone. Apparently this person wasn't sleeping but in fact talkin on the phone minutes before their demise. I pryed the phone from his hand and press it to my ear only to hear a woman's voice say "Hello?"