11-09-2011, 12:00 AM
Sent: Tuesday, January 19, 2010 12:10 PM
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To save words, this place had the feeling of a military base camp in Iraq or Afghanistan. the military occupied a cluster of ruins. they were they had the look of the Egyptian temple with the ramps, and very weathered desert stone columns. But they also had more Mesopotamian elements, the winged bulls statues, the faces with he stylized straight beards on the statues etc. there were many complexes and temples. The exact edge of the base camp was unclear. the lighting was as if at dawn or dusk always through out he ruins, the golden bronze light making the elements stand out. A extra three dimensional effect quite beautiful. and silent. and ancient. the ruins were different, but similar to other ones fro dreams where there were pitched battles, exploring and fighting over them in other dreams.
there was a convoy of 6-8 humvee like vehicles. Each one had a driver and a co driver. I had the impression it was s supply relief convoy, not a patrol. but I also wasn’t given that information. there was for lack of a better word also reporter embedded in each of the vehicles. the cameras were free floating eye or circle things like on stargate or something. this allowed for the explanation of thing I should already know. The humvess glass was impervious to bullets, but a not to cutting edges or spears. Spearing the driver was a favorite insurgent tactic. the side windows were also bubbled like this. with the added feature that you had to bend you hand up and curve tot he right to unlock them. this was so if they were pierced, if a mob or person tried to open the door and pull you out, the angle their arm would penetrate the window amour would not physically allow the hand to curve to the C shape needed to unlatch it coming from the outside. you had to pierce a straight hand into the membrane, then curve it inside. It was anatomically difficult to do that from the exterior the angles didn’t work. there were weapons, but not guns on he outside of the vehicles. I didn’t notice what they were or have access to them. my right hand cupped in a C was the key to access and exit.
Before long the convoy moved out. Impossibley close to the occupied ruins were the insurgents. a few hundred feet down the dirt road. As we went for the reporter the driver kept a running commentary. to the right were burn marks where a convoy was overrun they had to call in an air strike. As we moved further we had to move through he camps. they weren’t tent camps, they were stone and cinderblock buildings. the road became a space through this warren. It looked like the Gaza strip densely built up, not tents and campfires. they had come to fight, from Pakistan etc Muslim nations, to claim the ruins or kick the military out of them. Not as an army, but as stragglers. And were pushed back to this ring of slums. the driver, with some disdain, said not to die or fight in he desert, but to BREED (with disgust) and weigh with their weight on he perimeter. At some point after this, the driver fell asleep or was sick or simply gone. so I took control of the lead humvee. there were holes in the ground, rod, where IED's had been buried and explode under humvees. the last patrol went to far tot he side of the road and hit one. Soon the road was full of holes form past explosions, and potential newly dug explosive spots. I managed to thread the convoy through hem. At one point I had to slow down to figure a path through. the holes had become mired full of sewage and rain water from a rare storm.
to my right and left, teenage rock thrower types were coming onto the road. for some reason I had stuck my hand through he window to feel the air and get through this trap. Seldom used road. One of them had a large slender stick...I think now like goat herders keep, shave of bark, he lashed my hand with it and it stung. the group ran into the massive slum. RPG's and gunfire were very likely soon to follow, so I threaded the convoy down the road and hit the speed again. One f the drivers stopped listening, decided to shoot straight from fear after a few bends. their humvee became mired in a pool of muck
We had to stop to dig it out. We got out and began pushing. the air was silent. As I pushed I saw the problem. the engine gas tank was full of mud now. the vehicles would still move, but it was hard getting the horsepower to free the vehicle form the mud when it was sputtering. At this point the other drivers and passengers were blah blah ing
I kept looking down the empty road behind us. any moment they could spill out. the air was still and hot.
next to me lead vehicle there was a staircase that went to a small semi room. they decided to set up communications equipment and forma perimeter there. I didn’t like it only way in or out was the road. I kept peeking out peering around the road. nothing. silent. they were dicking with the radio and not being very productive arguing and arguing. I looked again. and there, around the corner, standing silently, were 10,000 men women and children standing silently. some of them were in shawls like in Pakistan. others turbans. all were in rags whatever the style. I ducked back in said well its too late now to argue about which command post to radio. they are here. they just annoyed me more, reaching for little weapons and blah blah go Rambo but it was ignorant. there was a sea of beings in t he road now. not enough weapons or bullets to stop he inevitable. I went back to look again. A grim, thin man in a 80's style dusty suite came forward. >I didn’t move to stop him he came alone from the throng. he followed me right back to the command post. and the fools didn’t know how to react. He asked me for a flat tablet, which on the top was a computer
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To save words, this place had the feeling of a military base camp in Iraq or Afghanistan. the military occupied a cluster of ruins. they were they had the look of the Egyptian temple with the ramps, and very weathered desert stone columns. But they also had more Mesopotamian elements, the winged bulls statues, the faces with he stylized straight beards on the statues etc. there were many complexes and temples. The exact edge of the base camp was unclear. the lighting was as if at dawn or dusk always through out he ruins, the golden bronze light making the elements stand out. A extra three dimensional effect quite beautiful. and silent. and ancient. the ruins were different, but similar to other ones fro dreams where there were pitched battles, exploring and fighting over them in other dreams.
there was a convoy of 6-8 humvee like vehicles. Each one had a driver and a co driver. I had the impression it was s supply relief convoy, not a patrol. but I also wasn’t given that information. there was for lack of a better word also reporter embedded in each of the vehicles. the cameras were free floating eye or circle things like on stargate or something. this allowed for the explanation of thing I should already know. The humvess glass was impervious to bullets, but a not to cutting edges or spears. Spearing the driver was a favorite insurgent tactic. the side windows were also bubbled like this. with the added feature that you had to bend you hand up and curve tot he right to unlock them. this was so if they were pierced, if a mob or person tried to open the door and pull you out, the angle their arm would penetrate the window amour would not physically allow the hand to curve to the C shape needed to unlatch it coming from the outside. you had to pierce a straight hand into the membrane, then curve it inside. It was anatomically difficult to do that from the exterior the angles didn’t work. there were weapons, but not guns on he outside of the vehicles. I didn’t notice what they were or have access to them. my right hand cupped in a C was the key to access and exit.
Before long the convoy moved out. Impossibley close to the occupied ruins were the insurgents. a few hundred feet down the dirt road. As we went for the reporter the driver kept a running commentary. to the right were burn marks where a convoy was overrun they had to call in an air strike. As we moved further we had to move through he camps. they weren’t tent camps, they were stone and cinderblock buildings. the road became a space through this warren. It looked like the Gaza strip densely built up, not tents and campfires. they had come to fight, from Pakistan etc Muslim nations, to claim the ruins or kick the military out of them. Not as an army, but as stragglers. And were pushed back to this ring of slums. the driver, with some disdain, said not to die or fight in he desert, but to BREED (with disgust) and weigh with their weight on he perimeter. At some point after this, the driver fell asleep or was sick or simply gone. so I took control of the lead humvee. there were holes in the ground, rod, where IED's had been buried and explode under humvees. the last patrol went to far tot he side of the road and hit one. Soon the road was full of holes form past explosions, and potential newly dug explosive spots. I managed to thread the convoy through hem. At one point I had to slow down to figure a path through. the holes had become mired full of sewage and rain water from a rare storm.
to my right and left, teenage rock thrower types were coming onto the road. for some reason I had stuck my hand through he window to feel the air and get through this trap. Seldom used road. One of them had a large slender stick...I think now like goat herders keep, shave of bark, he lashed my hand with it and it stung. the group ran into the massive slum. RPG's and gunfire were very likely soon to follow, so I threaded the convoy down the road and hit the speed again. One f the drivers stopped listening, decided to shoot straight from fear after a few bends. their humvee became mired in a pool of muck
We had to stop to dig it out. We got out and began pushing. the air was silent. As I pushed I saw the problem. the engine gas tank was full of mud now. the vehicles would still move, but it was hard getting the horsepower to free the vehicle form the mud when it was sputtering. At this point the other drivers and passengers were blah blah ing
I kept looking down the empty road behind us. any moment they could spill out. the air was still and hot.
next to me lead vehicle there was a staircase that went to a small semi room. they decided to set up communications equipment and forma perimeter there. I didn’t like it only way in or out was the road. I kept peeking out peering around the road. nothing. silent. they were dicking with the radio and not being very productive arguing and arguing. I looked again. and there, around the corner, standing silently, were 10,000 men women and children standing silently. some of them were in shawls like in Pakistan. others turbans. all were in rags whatever the style. I ducked back in said well its too late now to argue about which command post to radio. they are here. they just annoyed me more, reaching for little weapons and blah blah go Rambo but it was ignorant. there was a sea of beings in t he road now. not enough weapons or bullets to stop he inevitable. I went back to look again. A grim, thin man in a 80's style dusty suite came forward. >I didn’t move to stop him he came alone from the throng. he followed me right back to the command post. and the fools didn’t know how to react. He asked me for a flat tablet, which on the top was a computer