JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess
To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Thu, February 9, 2006 3:51:02 PM
Subject: Re: Sleep journal - 2/9/06
Only remember a brief part of my dreams last night. It feels like there was more dreaming but I can only remember what seems like the last part. This felt like a normal dream and not one that was what I consider "suggested" or "manipulated." This recent dream was of me sitting in a room with three other guys. We were all wearing U.S. Navy uniforms and it seemed to be some kind of waiting room. I was enroute to a new assignment, a ship somewhere. One of the guys seemed to be a CPO, another was a LT. The third guy was a buddy of mine from the Wainwright, except that the uniform he was wearing was only similar to a U.S. Navy uniform but really wasn't. I walked out of the room with someone that I don't think was one of the first group. I was walking down some stairs.
My sleep pattern has changed over the past few days since I haven't experienced one of the foreign dreams. I am sleeping later. For the first time in a long time, I didn't get up to watch the 5 a.m. news, which is a bummer, but in all reality is a silly thing to feel bad about anyway.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 9 February 2006 excerpt ends]
http://www.twiztv.com/scripts/battlestar
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
http://www.twiztv.com/scripts/battlestar/season2/galactica-216.htm
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA
2X16 - SACRIFICE
Original Airdate (SciFi): 10/FEB/2006
Gaeta: Sesha Abinell... fleet records indicate she's the widow of a Ray Abinell. He was a casualty aboard the Greenleaf Freighter when the cylons hit it about ten weeks ago.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE:----- Original Message ----
From: Kerry Burgess
To: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Wednesday, May 17, 2006 6:25:22 PM
Subject: Re: Star Trek: TNG: First Contact, Nov. 22, 1996
I haven't been able to follow Battlestar Galactica this past year
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 17 May 2006 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 2:08 AM
God what a f---ed up dream. Makes me think of being tortured. They put you into a machine and you have to wriggle your way out, centimeter by centimeter and it is beyond claustrophobic and they look for your worst fears and every day they have a new day to exploit your worst fears and this g--damned doesn't even come close - not even g--damned close - to describing how bad it is.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 2:12 AM
They don't torture you with primarily physical pain, such as beatings, etc. Physical torture is easy to resist. For a while at least. If you are good, you can resist it for a long time. Depends on how far they take it though. But the real bastards look to get in your head and really screw with you. And they have weeks and months and years to just screw with your head and screw with your head because they are lunatics and this doesn't come goddamned close to describing how bad it was.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 8:55 AM
I woke up this time thinking, partially visualizing, flying an F-14 Tomcat over the ocean somewhere. I can almost visualize another F-14 flying on my wing. Suddenly, the other F-14 exploded but I can't actually visualize that part. I think both people parachuted out of that aircraft. Apparently another missile hit my aircraft, blew off the canopy, and knocked me unconscious. Then I can almost see us traveling straight down towards the ocean surface and the RIO in the seat behind me was yelling at me to wake up. I pulled up and engaged the two aircraft that fired at us. One was hit by my Sparrow but the other Sparrow missed. I went in and finished off the other one up close. I returned to the carrier and landed safely, and then passed out from a moderate concussion with blood running out from underneath my cracked helmet.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 9:00 AM
Or the RIO had been knocked out to from the explosion that tore off the canopy. What I was hearing was someone on the carrier yelling at me over the radio to pull up before I crashed into the ocean.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 9:45 AM
In my "memory" of that time in that Mustang, the guy sitting asleep all the time in the back seat of the car might actually represent that the RIO had been killed in the explosion that blew off the canopy of my F-14. The guy in the seat to the right of my might have been a pilot in another F-14 guiding me back to the carrier because I was suffering from a concussion.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 9:49 AM
How I managed to shoot down those two enemy fighters is beyond me. I imagine or remember that I left a wake on the ocean surface I came so close to it before I recovered control after the initial missile volley they sent at us. They got off another volley but none of those detonated around me.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 2:48 PM
I wonder if my brain was so scrambled after that missile shattered the canopy that I started communicating to the carrier in Spanish?!!
That would make a whole lot of sense that it happened like that!!!!
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/17/07 2:49 PM
I think that I am fluent in Spanish and my brain was so rattled that I couldn't remember how to speak English for a little while.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 17 March 2007 excerpt ends]
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 03/18/07 3:12 PM
I wonder if the day I wrote about recently, where the F-14 on my wing exploded from a missile hit and my canopy was shattered by another one, was when President Reagan was listening in to us from the White House, for some reason. I'm not sure why he was listening in to our communications, but I am thinking that it was because he was listening that we were jumped. One notion is that my wingman and I were observing a Soviet bomber and their fighter escort went hostile.
I have also been wondering if that photo on my instrument panel that brought me back to consciousness as the controllers were yelling at me to pull up
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 18 March 2007 excerpt ends]
http://www.divxmoviesenglishsubtitles.com/S/Sixth_Sense_The.html
Sixth Sense The
Yo no quiero morir.
[Continues Speaking In Spanish]
Yo no quiero morir.
- Oh, my God.|- Yo no quiero morir!
You been|running around?
Make you|feel better?
I like to run around.|It's good exercise.
Do you want to ask me|questions now?
Want to be a lance corporal in Company|"M" Third Battalion, Seventh Marines?
We're being dispatched|into the Quang Nam province.
Maybe later.
Something happened,|didn't it?
You wiggling out?
Yes.|I think I am.
Do you know what|"Yo no quiero morir" means?
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2006 18:42:45 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Re: those who helped
To: "Kerry Burgess"
Kerry Burgess wrote:
I was walking on the Burke-gilman trail on my way to the bridge. I don't remember exactly where I was, probably 15 or twenty miles from Marymoor. It was late and dark and intimidating. I was expecting someone to jump out of the bushes at any time. People, normal seeming people, were curiously showing up along the trail at seemingly regular intervals. And as with everything and everywhere I go, there are no incidental conversations. Every single conversation around me has something to do with me. At least, when I am outside. Here in this place, it has calmed down somewhat, although that will probably change now that I mention it. Anyway, these people passing by me were talking about somebody being somewhere to pick someone up and take them home. Another person commented something about "finally." I imagined someone would be waiting for me as Gas Works Park to take me home. I sat there for 24 hours in that park waiting.
[JOURNAL ARCHIVE 27 March 2006 excerpt ends]
