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The dreams are returning. Something I believed that I had moved beyond some time ago. Perhaps I will need to take some leave and return to Zion to spend time with Shannon and little Gar. They helped me get through the time when these dreams first visited me. Too bad the Ship is on extended tour because of the General. Dr Zorin said that the joy and life they brought to my existence gave me something to fight the images that were invading my dreams.

Dr Zorin didn't exactly call them dreams though; He called them repressed memories. He said that if they should ever start to surface again or different memories arise that I should record them. He said that would help me for two reasons, So that he could properly analyze the memories, and that by letting the memories run their course they may lesson in frequency and traumatic affect. I have the feeling though that these memories have returned for a reason.

So for the record here is a description of the memories again, I think they are the same as happened before, perhaps the doctor can compare them to the previous descriptions I gave him the last time.

The Beginning

The "dream" begins with me sitting with my friends. We are at our hangout spot on a rooftop in the Kedemoth neighborhood in the Richland district. We were drinking a few beers around a table after work. John, Mike and I worked at the same Grocery store in Westview. We have known each other for many years.

Mike says, "Not that again Ger. Every time you get a few too many in you, you start talking about there's more to life than just working at Johnson's grocery. Man we've heard it all before and you know you still ain't gonna do anything besides work for old man Johnson."

I reply, "Ah maybe you'll never do anything besides work for Johnson, but me I'm thinking about joining the police force. Ever since I saw those government guys chase that man outside of Johnson's that one day I've wanted to join."

John then chimes in, "I don't feel the same way you do, and those guys came out of nowhere and started firing at that guy. He didn't even look armed! Those guys are just a bunch of thugs."

It is at that point when the dream becomes a nightmare. One second John was tipping his beer bottle towards me to emphasize his point, the next we were on our backs, our chairs tipped over and a man in a black suit crouched over the remains of our collapsed table.

As I rose to my feet I heard Mike and John scramble for the roof top entrance. John yelling, "We didn't mean anything by it!"

I stayed put, Even if he was with the government that didn't give him the right to trash our table and ruin our day. I was mad and wanted him to pay. I approached him as he brushed off his suit.
 
I yelled, "Hey you, what gives you the right to come crash our good time? And hell, where did you come from anyway?"

He turned slightly to his left to address me, "What Right? By being ME."

This made me see red. John was right this guy is a thug, and he wasn't going to get away with it. I balled my fist and took a swing. That swing didn't go far; the man in black caught my fist in his hand and held it there. Then he looked at my fist in his and said, "You've got spirit, I could use a man like you!"

That is where the situation gets weird. A black glassy liquid starts to spread from the grip he had on my fist. Then I was filled with Horror. The liquid felt like it was burning my hand and freezing it at the same time. A feeling of emptiness grew rapidly through my body as it spread up my arm. I tried to fight it, to pull away from him but he was too strong. Within seconds the emptiness overcame me and I felt like I was floating in a void. But there was still some sense left, as if looking at the world through a thin curtain.

Then I heard myself say, "I think I'll invite my friends to join." But it wasn't my voice. I heard another voice like the one I just used say, "Make it Quick, we're needed at Debir." Then the sight of the man in black running and jumping over rooftops no man should ever be able to do.

Recruitment Drive

John could be described as an All-American boy. Blonde hair, blue eyes, 6'2" tall, 190 lbs. But that All-American exterior wasn't looking too good trying to get away. All elbows and heals scrambling to find purchase on the hardwood kitchen floor as I slowly walked towards him.

"Please don't hurt me, Sir! I haven't done anything!" He pleaded.

"Now John, Begging doesn't become you. What would all your girlfriends think?" I heard myself say, but from behind my curtain I was screaming, "Get up and run John, Run for your life!"

"What? How do you know about them?" John said halting his frantic retreat.

"Let me show you!" I heard myself yell as I quickly bent over and grabbed John's ankle. Inside I tried to will myself to stop, but it was no use.

John started to scream and his expression froze Mouth wide open, eyes wide as well and filled with terror. It was amazing how fast the liquid spread. Was it that fast when it happened to me?

My thoughts quickly turned to horror again as I saw my reflection in the black surface of the microwave door as I stood up. I was the man in black! Then another face just like mine appeared. The person who was formerly my friend adjusted his tie in the reflection of the microwave.

I looked at his reflection and said, "Let's get Mikey." and turned towards the front door.         

Mike didn't have the looks that John did but made up for it in stubbornness. This in the past had lead to many confrontations with police. That was why I knew Mike would be locked up in his apartment and armed. This was not going to be a peaceful encounter.

My "new" friend and I approached the door quietly. John crossed to the right side of the door as I leaned my head in to listen. Then I drew back in front of the door. With both hands, I lunge towards the door. One hand near the door locks and the other near the top hinge. The door immediately gave way and crashed into the room along with pieces of the doorframe and wall.

I followed the door through the entrance, Stepping on it to drive it to the floor. My identical twin followed behind me.

Then the world became a blur as the sounds of gunshots rang through the apartment. There must have been nine reports before the frantic click, click, click of an empty gun. Then the world came back in focus as I looked through the breakfast nook at my friend Mike. His mouth was open and a look of disbelief was clearly visible on his face.

"Now that's no way to treat your friends", I said as I walked towards the entrance to his kitchen.

Mike recovered and ran to the kitchen entrance to meet me, Shouting "You ain't no friend of mine you damned pig!" and he threw his empty 9-mm at me.

I then rushed to Mike catching the gun and tossing it aside as I went. With my other hand, I drove it fingers first into his chest. The same look that John had came upon Mike's face as the liquid took him. In seconds another man in black stood before me.

"Let's go lend a hand at Debir," I said. All three of us rushed out of the apartment.

I knew Debir court was only a few buildings away from our apartment, but it seemed to only take a second for us to cover the distance. As we approached there was a tremendous clash of noise and the sound (from what I learned moments later) of bodies crashing to the ground.

As we rounded the corner to the open court, a strangely familiar man dressed in a Black trench coat quickly knelt in the middle of the court and Streaked away into the air. Leaving ripples in the concrete while dozens of Men in black scrambled towards his location.

That is where my first nightmare ends.

As I have said previously, may this help Dr. Zorin compare it to the other descriptions I have given.

I'm still not sure why I remember these happenings, as others who were blue pills then don't. Hell, even John and Mike didn't remember what happened.

But I feel there are more of these nightmares coming...

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