#1: I found myself in this dream initially interacting with some sort of 'invasion' scenario taking place on a war ship, or perhaps a windowless military installation. In the sort of hazy, shifting reality of dreams at times it was for real, and at others just an exercise. The persons I was fighting were not real flesh-and-blood, they highly resembled people and talked like them - they decided to go out for a break and told me so, which led me to the conclusion this wasn't for real - but I knew there was 'nothing' on the inside and therefore whatever you did to them didn't matter. In any event my rifle didn't shoot bullets but some gloppy brown stuff, so it seems likely that this weapon was slightly less dangerous than your typical paintball gun.

I then recall finding myself fishing in a small aluminum boat in some large body of water. The water had a greenish color to it, much like Green Bay in Wisconsin. Apparently, I hooked something and it turned out to be Lan's 'sister' who was...I dunno, swimming?...out there. Anyway, I hooked her just like a fish and her mouth was bleeding from the hook. She was naked and half-drowned, and I dragged her on board and some unseen person set a course back to land. We did manage to get her back in one piece and found something to wrap her in. She didn't have much to say for herself, but I suppose given the situation it was understandable.

The last fragment had me prowling around a college campus. I was with my friend Nico, and we were walking down some steps in a parking structure. I found a service door when we reached the bottom landing; since it was unlocked I broke out my pocket flashlight to explore. It turns out to have been a passage into a dry irrigation ditch. The ditch was about six feet deep so it felt enough like a tunnel to warrant my exploring it, but it was during the day and I could see the lawn on both sides sloping down. Nico naturally wanted nothing to do with it - there were cobwebs and debris - so she stayed behind with an unidentified person.

Commentary: The second portion is strongly reminiscent of my fishing trip on Green Bay, when I was 9 or 10 years old. I never managed to catch anything, just drowned a few worms trying. I still recall my dream from that night, and it involved staring at green water, feeling the boat get knocked around by the waves (an exact replay of my day). One interesting thing I've noticed is how the body retains a memory of being tossed about by waves...after I've gone bodyboarding, I can still feel them whenever I lie down, even if its many hours later.