JE6: 2023-04-12

[Greetings!  This, my friends, is a personal journal entry.  Accordingly, it is requested that you not read this unless I've specifically invited you to do so.  Thank you so much for respecting my privacy.  Daver]

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Two weeks ago, I had a dream.  I'm not sure if it was form You or not.  I believe it was.

In my dream, I'm driving Sigma on Route 70, and, having just left the Raleigh/Wake County area, I'm heading west through Durham toward Hillsborough.  My black truck (Sigma, my 2008 Hummer H3) is packed with weapons, equipment, and supplies.

To my left and behind me, I can see almost complete devastation.  I also have in my mind memories of what I'd just seen and experienced:  Raleigh was a distant memory, having been ravaged by civil war and invasion.

In my memory, I can recall how civil war broke out, where freedom loving Americans rose up against the tyranny of the far left and broke away from what had once been the U.S.  In my dream, these freedom-loving people now occupy much of what was once the continental U.S., only we're banned from most metropolitan areas. In my dream, we call the freedom zones "Autonomous Zones," similar to the Autonomous Zone (the non Spanish-occupied/controlled areas) in northeastern Nicaragua, which is inhabited by the Miskitu peoples.

Hearing of and seeing the civil war in the U.S., several foreign companies invaded the U.S. and allied with the far left to wage war against those of us who are freedom-loving people.   In my dream, we referred to the invaders (both from within and without) as "ticks," which is short for "red ticks."

That's about all I can remember.

D

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