Oddmorningtime, but you know all about that.

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There were soldiers that stood guard at a wall, a very tall wall. It was something I was seeing on television. I knew that it was television, but as I watched it there was nothing of me left, The screen was my new eyes and my identity was useless in this world. There were many soldiers standing shoulder to shoulder. Light blue uniforms with dark berets. Something happened, something that cause the soldiers to stir to action. Like a film I saw the movement from multiple angles, hands reaching for weapons innocuously hidden in what looked like binocular bags. One of the soldiers shot another soldier. The question of betrayal, but it felt like the betrayal was of the dead soldier's doing. The other soldiers ran to the gate of the wall. A gate that seemed to have not top and opened like elevator doors,Suddenly there was a prisoner of these soldiers, that they had placed in a hole in the wall, so he was suspended with his legs sticking out. They ordered him to pull apart the cheeks of his ass. And when he did this a pile of rocks and dirt fell out. Then another man fell out. He was naked and old. He had a mustache and a tattoo on his upper left arm. The man in the wall was dead. Death was weird though, he was deflated and bloody, and the wall seemed to eat what was left of him. The soldiers were now more interested in this other man, a new prisoner. They stood around him shouting at him. It became unclear what happened to him next, but the guards stepped away from him and he was deflated and bloody. And then the wall ate him too. I had finally come back into existence and was disgusted by the cruelties of humans. Their treatment of others in what they felt were totally justified actions. It was snowing outside, again. I sighed and turned off the television. I was then shocked to find Ted sitting next to me. Smiling at me like he had not at all seen what was on the television. “How was Denver?” Ted asked.
“Good, but it snowed there too.” I replied with the sudden recollection of a trip. A thousand spotted memories came to me of the road, but nothing was concrete in my mind, only the snow, and only the deaths of two prisoners and a soldier. I then woke up. Confused and sore, I had fallen asleep and left a movie playing all night on repeat, it was playing in Japanese and there was a dutch man speaking. I looked at my phone to see what time it was....six in the morning. I looked at the window and found out it was snowing, again. Still tired, and still sore, I decided to not get up quite yet. I turned off the television and went back to sleep. Then I awoke again, this time there was no snow outside, but it was still cold. I repeated my actions, I looked at my phone to see what time it was....8:45. The television was still going, but now it was playing in English with the dutch man still speaking, subtitles that were not matching with what was being said. I once again turn it off, and layed down to think about my dreams.