"Nothing sacred to these criminals"

They tell me what I want to hear.

Well, almost.

You don't know what I'm talking about here.





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Second Line

The team investigates when a Navy lieutenant is murdered during a traditional funeral procession in the French Quarter honoring the recently deceased.

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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 2:43 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Tuesday 14 July 2015 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2015/07/ha-i-dreamed-about-that-while-sleeping.html


Ha. I dreamed about that while sleeping last night



Having watched it now for the first time only a few minutes ago and now video paused at that scene to make this note.

I was asleep and dreaming and I think now about how that sleeping dream had elements of two recurring themes that sometimes happen in my sleeping dreams.

Well, there is also a third recurring element when you consider the fantastic fact that my sleeping dreams are prescient of observations I will make later, often a few hours later while awake.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Re: Journal June 15, 2006


A few days ago I was wondering if I had been shot in the chest while wearing a bullet proof vest. That would explain a lot.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: - posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 9:27 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Thursday 15 January 2015 - http://hvom.blogspot.com/2015/01/i-dreamed-of-red-badge-last-night.html


Well, the operative detail is that I could not wear my US Marine Corps uniform because of what he did. I had to be somewhere. A duty assignment or something that is so damned frustratingly elusive in my mind.

He had punched me in the chest I vaguely recall. The impact of his fist wasn't that hard but he hit an object adorning my olive-colored uniformed shirt and there was an area obviously soaked with blood and I wasn't going to be able to go anywhere looking that way.

I write about it now only because of how that was one time so infrequent seeing myself wearing a US Marine Corps uniform in a sleeping dream. Now I just remember a possible third time. That time I saw myself wearing my US Navy Cross and working in an office building chasing down a person stealing classified documents. Now I just recall another time I wrote about wearing that same medal in an elevator and that person saying he was surprised "they" let me wear it and me saying in response I was proud of my service in Bosnia.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 10/11/10 6:27 AM
When I was last asleep, and I think was my waking dream just before I got up and out of bed, was of me being injured and I have been wondering ever since why I specifically saw the actor Eric Stoltz give me a United States military Bronze Star medal and I was lying on what seemed to be the ground. I have struggled with the sense though that I was actually in a hospital bed but in the dream I was clearly out in the field somewhere and as part of a US military operation. There were other people about but he is the only specific person I recall. He handed me the medal and I remember telling him that I would give it back when I got my own medal. Someone, a person that was never actually established in the dream, seemed to suggest that I would actually receive the US Navy Cross medal. In the dream, I had been injured after enemy forces hit me with a bayonet in the chest and as I think back about it now, because of where I was hit in the sternum, of which I was aware of sutures from surgery, should have been fatal. Ever since waking up though, I have been thinking that dream actually represents Kerry Burgess in the hospital after being shot in the shoulder. He was receiving a commendation and I don't know what that would have been but I guess that commendation was the equivalent. There was another detail I wanted to note here but now that detail slips my mind.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 08/27/09 4:13 PM
A dream just before waking up that I only now feel compelled to note in my journal so much of the sequence of the dream is a lot more vague. The basic dream was that I was wearing a U.S. Navy uniform. I seemed to be wearing the U.S. Navy tropical white uniform. At one point, I was walking up a set of stairs inside a building and I looked over to my right should and I saw the silver bars of a U.S. Navy lieutenant on the epulet of the black jacket I was wearing. But there was also an element during the dream that my name was Kerry Burgess and I had a document that had my name on it and it suggested that Kerry Burgess was going as the identity of another enlisted U.S. Navy sailor. I am not certain how that specific perception fits into the sequence of the scenes in the dream that I remember. The sequence seems to be that I have walked up the stairs and I think that was a bar on a U.S. military base that I was at. I had taken off my jacket and I guess I must have seen myself in a mirror because I was aware that I was wearing a large number of U.S. military ribbons on my uniform and I noted specifically that I was wearing a ribbon for one Medal of Honor and a ribbon for one Navy Cross medal. I had several other rows of ribbons and I remember thinking to myself that I was not wearing all the other ribbons I had been awarded that are mostly for service in the U.S. Navy fleet although I cannot remember thinking of any specific ribbons and the associated medal, if any. I remember drinking a shot of whiskey and I was also drinking a beer. A woman was talking to me but that part is vague. Maybe she was the waitress, although I was standing at the bar. The next part seems to be after I had left the bar and I was back in some building that I guess was an office and residential building there on the base. I saw a people around but there was only one person I recognized and he was busy at some paperwork and we didn't say anything to each other as I passed his desk. Then I am in some other room and I have this very vague feeling that I had been climbing over boxes in the room and because it is with a less vague observation that the room was very cluttered with storage boxes and filing cabinets and other storage containers. I quickly found the box I was looking for though and I took out of the box the Trident badge that is awarded to all U.S. Navy SEAL's.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 5:43 PM Friday, September 23, 2011


Today especially I think I remember being hit in the chest by gunfire and I remember that feeling of blood accumulating in my lungs.





That has been running through my mind a lot the past couple days or so. Not sure when that started rising my conscious awareness other than the past couple days.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 02/19/09 12:26 PM
There were several interesting dream sequences as I was asleep after waking up a while ago. The only scenes I can remember now are the ones I think happened just before I awoke. The details are vague now and I cannot remember which sequence of the two occurred first but in one sequence I seemed to have infiltrated an enemy facility and I was walking towards my destination. I can still visualize to some extent the walls and stairwells and walkways along the wall. Then I was fighting with someone and I can remember seeing my boot as the bottom of my black leather military boot struck him squarely on the chest and I am left with the sense that I had lunged at him and traveled through the air as I kicked him. I knocked him down and he was a large fellow and then I was walking away and again towards my destination which I do not now remember from the dream. I had traveled up to another level and was still walking and I was then fighting that other soldier again and I aware that I had several pistols and an assault rifle but I did not want to use them. One of my pistols even had a silencer but I did not want to shoot him. I subdued him again and I am left with the vague sense that I eventually did have to kill him with my weapon.


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- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 9:32 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Tuesday 05 April 2016