Journalist in South America, by Dean

I was a journalist who'd been embedded with a group of South American students/terrorists. They wanted something from the government and had taken up arms to get it. Someone started throwing grenades so I started running. I was running in a zig zag pattern to avid the grenades and just barely missed me.

The weirdest thing about the night wasn't actually the dreams, though. All night long, I was really sexually aroused. It really lasted. That's unusual.