posted March 11, 2014 01:58 PM            

In my next time travel I'm a soldier in the English civil war. It's a night time attack, and the canon are pounding the enemy we're giving the order to attack, me and many others run at the enemy. I feel myself running toward the enemy, and then everything goes black. I feel I was shot and killed in this charge.

In my next time travel, it's America in the 20's or thirties. I'm in the back of a pick up truck, in it there are aluminium milk churns full of moonshine we're stopped by someone. I'm not sure if it's the police or another gang. I remember It was away out in the country, and I have a light creme suit on and light creme fedora hat on.

In my next time travel, I'm in Nazi Germany about 1938. I'm in what you would call a Labour exchange, I'm kicking up a fuss because I can't get a job. Outside there are Waffen ss Soilders marching past the building, I say to the staff, do I need to be one of them to get a job, meaning the Nazi's. They give me a package containing a journalist training course. That seems to pacify me and I walk outside to watch the goons march past. I say to one of the crowd watching, I don't know why they're doing that, they're going to get beat anyway. She asks me how I know that, I just smile and walk away.