So, I downloaded an app for my iPhone designed to assist me in battling my insomnia. It emits waves that stimulate sections of your brain while playing pleasant background noise. Out of the one's that come with the app, the one I've used the most is the one that simulates your brain into a lucid dreaming state.

Well, other then the fact that my dreams are whacked out (and when are dreams usually not?), it works great. I haven't slept this good in a while. I know, right? I didn't think it was going to work either.

But! About last night, let me give you a re-cap.

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Everyone remembers Road Rovers, do they not?

Image that, except nowhere near that cartoon-ish, and a lot more serious. It was very realistic, all viewed from my eyes and your standard dream-movie camera angles.

I remember sneaking into a base with a male dog of sorts. To be honest, I really do think it was a golden retriever. There was some....really bad dude in there. Oh, I was human too. Anyways, as were making our way rather Splinter-Cell like (without all the cool gear. Some some black uniform) we get attacked by sentry guns. Circumventing those, we made it into the main area of the base. Oh, it was night, too. No, I did not have night vision.

Before I go farther let me explain the base to all of you. Imagine a giant cardboard box. Open both sides so you can see through it, and then stick it in a pond. Now, you should have four walls with water in the bottom of it. Randomly inside the box, are big square pillars. Directly in the center is a smaller box with like, a sliding bay door. That's the main part of the base. Now, this is all -huge- and concrete and steel and stuff, not cardboard @_@. There ya go.

So we get inside this base, and are getting ready to take down this bad guy, when a female collie pops around the corner thinking we were bad guys. We calm her down. Rendezvous completed, some words were exchanged, and then we notice this tank inside the main bay. Then the bay door blows in, the male dog gets hurt by some flying shard of whatever, and the female is knocked out and thrown across the room. Apparently bad dude-guy-man got the drop on us, and is hovering around outside in some attack helicopter.

Male dog is angry and snarling, blood dripping down his arm, looking seriously badass. He fetches (sorry, no pun intended) a rocket-launcher from a nearby box and let's one rip. It wings the chopper, and sets it off balance a bit. Female dog wakes up, and is on her comm-sat headset calling in backup "shit's hitting the fan!!!" style, and I just hop into this tank, and blow the chopper out of the sky. The whole time this is going off, there's random bits of the base exploding, bullets flying everywhere, and like, super-special forces PMC guys battling it out with this bad guy's lackies.

Anyways, the chopper like, falls out of the sky in a fiery ball of death, and me and the two dogs push / drive this tank into the water on top of this choppers wreckage. Crisis averted. The sun comes up over the smoking walls of this base littered with bodies of friends and foe alike, and we three are standing triumphantly in the bay looking at the horror of it all.

Brain Flash. Bits and pieces of a mission on a submarine. Other dog operators were there. Don't remember species. Collie Girl Dog and Retriever Dog were there.

Brain Flash. Bits and pieces of a mission in a jungle. Likewise with more dogs. Collie and Retriever were there.

Brain Flash. Bits and pieces of a mission in some arctic wasteland. Guess who was there, right along side me?

Brain Flash.

The next part I remember is me, my family, and this female dog staring at crosses with pictures of our fellow dog comrades nailed to them, with Retriever Dog's dog tags (prior military?) and collar hanging off it. The same goes for our other friends crosses, although I can't remember what they had hanging off of them.

We were in some....convention for fallen hero's. There were Black Hawk Down monuments, paintings, Nam' paintings, sculptures, Iraq and Afghanistan stuff. etc. Everything. We were -sobbing.- I guess it was time for us to leave, because I remember Collie Dog talking about how good friends they all were, and how "it should have never ended like this..." and how much we all miss them, and we chatted about the happy times as we took down these crosses, tears still in our eyes and wetting our faces.

It was so seriously melancholy. I -knew- these dogs like they were my brothers and sisters. Now they were all dead for some un-known reason. I put my arm around Collie Girl's shoulder, she burst out into another fit of sobbing, and we walked away with me carrying the memories of our friends in one hand.

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I woke up then crying like a baby.

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I like this app. Like I said, it help me sleep better then I have since I deployed the first time. But I dunno about this one @_@ There is nothing more aggravating then emotional turmoil.