The Gang

So last night was very different. I was only gone a few minutes. Here's how it went.

I got ready for bed, finished everything I would possibly need to do for the day, then wrote a list of what I would need to do the next day as well as tomorrow's date, plans, ect. for in case I was gone several years. It helps me reorient myself from a long travel. I then lay down and closed my eyes, just like normal. I appeared on a busy street in a large city filled with skyscrapers and rushing people. It was pouring rain, and the street lights did little good with actually giving off light. I was wearing a large brown trench coat and was already drenched. I looked around at the crowd and the city to figure out what I was supposed to do. I also looked at the level of technology and such. The cars were pretty much like today's, maybe a few years ago I'd say. It was a darker part of town, and for some reason none of the buildings were lit up very well. I noticed a few suspicious figures (they were very good, anyone else wouldn't have given them a second glance. But this was not my first time on a busy street... nor less then my thousandth). The seemed to be following a worried looking girl. I followed as a shadow.

The girl knew she was being followed by the others, but they were herding her towards an alley. I could tell she did not want this, so I took a back entrance (meaning I climbed over a bunch of buildings so I could watch from above) to help in case anything happens. I was several stories above, and this gang of other figures surrounded the girl in the middle of the alley. I could tell she did not want to be here, and she thought there was no hope. I saw one fo the gang members reach for a knife (okay, I saw a slight twitch which I knew was him reaching for something in his jacket that I knew was a knife), so I dropped down. The fight was over quickly. From the feel of things, meaning an estimation from what I remember doing in the fight, there were seven dead and four severely wounded. When the fight was over, which lasted less then a minute (I could have held my breath the whole time), I looked over at the girl and asked if she was okay. She nervously nodded yes and I was about to go help her, when I heard what seemed to be cops coming. So I ran out of the alley and blended into the crowd. I was walking across the street watching the cops go into the alley when suddenly, I woke up in my bed. All the knowledge and experience from previous dreams or journeys that I always feel in others dissappeared all at once, like it always does when I come home.

So, my shortest trip yet. That was exciting.

New month, and new things.

So I kinda got over that whole depression thing I was going through last time. The journies have been shorter, so it feels like I have more time here.

I hope I'm remebering this right, but there was the Royal Wedding here, right? Because that also happened in one of my... travels. I don't know if it was the travel was a premonition of reality or if the wedding here was a dream after experiencing the real one. As you can tell, I'm still a little confused about which reality is real. This one is the only one I come back to, so is it real or just a fantasy I keep visiting in my mind? Anyway, that was a little strange.

A theme I've been noticing with increasing intensity is mentions of things like demons, zombies, witches, ect. I have even helped put down small bands of these "zombies" and such. They seemed like ordinary crazed, bloodthirsty barbarians to me. But I've seen more than most of those I meet on my travels. This really seemed strange though after the whole wedding thing and this one other travel I had. Just last night.

Nothing impressive about most of the story. Last night, I was in a semi-modern world (around 2001 I believe is when I arrived). Gangs and stuff. Done this before, just different times and places. But there was one thing definately different. There was this one cop who had a hobby of being a bodybuilder/strongman. Who could press over 300 lbs. I'm not talking about bench pressing, I'm talking about overhead pressing. With one hand. He could load a barbell to over 300 lbs and, with ONE HAND, press it above his head for reps. And that was when he had only been training a few years. When I met him, he had been training about twenty years. He could somehow progress steadily, without hitting plateaus in exercise. He could only add a pound or two every exercise session, but he never hit a limit. Every year he could increase every exercise by hundreds of pounds. At the time I saw him, he had progressed so far that the normal barbells weren't enough, so he had custom ones. The custom ones could each support over a ton (metric ton, 2,200 pounds). He could press so much, that he had to have a barbell in each hand FOR OVERHEAD PRESS!!! For other exercises, he needed to literally use cars. He could do a pullup with a small family car (family included) tied with a chain to his neck. Yeah... after waking up from that these strange things started to seem more noticable.

So, that's it for today. Tell people about this! I want to get more readers. And get comments. Ask questions. Stuff like that.

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Sleep...

Yeah, staying up for two days isn't as easy as I thought. As it got dark last night, I slipped. But I wasn't gone very long this time; less than a month in fact. This time I came to a modern looking city. Then was nearly trampled by a bunch of kids running from the cops. I was stunned at what happened and the kids ran past, so the police dragged me away. Once I was at the station they decided I was innocent (no one recognized me), so they let me go. Before long I realized that there was a war going on between the police and drug gangs. The city was starting to get a bad rep for it. Drug addicts and drug dealers were actually coming from across the country, and even across the world, to have easy access the drugs and money with little resistance from local authorities. At least one cop died every week. For once, I realized what I needed to do during my first day.

This is actually another great place where my very long stay as a Spartan helped out. After I finished the year of survival training, I got to come back. I was rewarded, properly, for doing so well. My reward? I was considered a real man, warrior, and Spartan. A full fledged citizen. And as such it was my duty to make war. I continued training and become the leader of a "squad" like band of other young spartans. My squad, and others like them, would conduct training missions against each other (as usual, often resulting in deaths), and even skirmishes/small wars with the local helots. Here we learned to fight as a small, cohesive group. Almost like special forces. And in the ancient world, that's what we were. Every Spartan soldier was an elite warrior, just as a special forces soldier. Imagine a city state where every male citizen was an elite Navy Seal or something. These guys were tough.

So, from my experience leading this squad, and later larger groups, I managed to start leading the police forces as well. I began intense physical training for both me and them as well. Because of my previous experience in strength, I made gains very fast. I was able to wear full body armor and equipment and still sprint... even do parkour. This made the frequent gunfights very easy. The cops would do their normal fighting while I climbed up the side of a building and landed behind the druggies ranks.

I remember one time very well (it feels like last week to me). There were tree cars on a street outside of an alley that was packed with druggies who had robbed a bank, and all of their junk the used for cover (old cars, dumpsters, ect.) They even had a concrete barricade at the entrance of the alley. When the police cars were in position, they all got out and ran for cover (me and the cops). I told them a plan I had just thought of, then ran off to do it. Charging right for the center of the alley, I leaped up on the barricade the sprang forward while actually flipping backwards. As I was in the air, I took out six gangsters hiding behind their cover. I landed and continued moving forward. When my pistols were empty, I took a shot gun off a guy as he was falling (I had just slit his throat with another gangsters knife). From there it wasn't long before I was at the end of the alley. All of the gangsters were now facing me, away from the entrance to the alley. The cops came in easily and arrested any who were still alive (there were no wounded). 13 arrested and 22 dead. This was NOT my fist fight.

On the way back to the station, I saw blood coming out of my armor. When we arrived, I took it off and found some buck shot had made it through multiple parts of my armor and was stuck under my skin. We removed all the shot promptly (or rather, I took out my knife and did so). A bullet had also peirced my arm, right through the bicep. It seemed like a fairly small hole, all things considered. That was the most exciting point yet in this travel. I awoke a few days later.