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    1. Rifle Scope (Fragment)

      by , 09-04-2014 at 06:00 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: July 30, 2013 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
      NON-DREAM NOTES DREAM LUCID

      I look out the window at what looks like a groundhog in the yard and I want to shoot it. I walk over and pick up my rifle and look through the scope. Looking closer, I can see that it's a cat, not a ground hog, so I decide not to shoot it. I look around through the yard for a bit through the scope and I see what looks like a dog hanging out by the barn. I look to the right a bit and see a bunch of people hangout out around my barn. I put the gun down and turn around to see that there are people walking around in my house. They are preparing the table for dinner. They move a few things off the table set plates down.
      Tags: guns
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    2. Pistols and Oddities

      by , 03-24-2013 at 07:06 PM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: February 28, 2013 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
      NON-DREAM NOTES DREAM LUCID

      I'm hanging out with a few people in a room. We all have pistols and are working on them, installing laser sights and such. I have a large pistol on my right side and a magazine pouch on the left side. I sit down at a small table in the middle of the room and look around for a moment to see some of the guys playing with their phones and some working on their guns.

      I pull my pistol out of the holster and start messing with it. One of the other guys sitting at the table is working in his too. He's showing me some things he just put on it, a laser and some other things. Mine has a large viewfinder like a video camera on the top of it. While I'm pointing it around the room, everything in the room appears on the screen. With a slight twist of the wrist, I can see behind people. And a small button on the trigger guard shows things behind walls.

      Another guy walks up and shows me a large scope he just put on his pistol. I asked him why he would put a scope on a pistol, but he didn't answer. He just puts it in the holster and sits back down on the couch.

      I look back at my pistol and there is some kind of a video game on the screen. So, I am playing a video game on my pistol sight and some of the others are playing games on their phones.

      (Note: This one was recorded quite a while after awakening, so a lot of detail seems to have been lost.)
      Tags: guns
      Categories
      non-lucid
    3. Shooting a Stalker

      by , 03-24-2013 at 07:02 PM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: February 9, 2013 – 6:00AM (USA Eastern)
      NON-DREAMNOTESDREAMLUCID

      I'm visiting with the folks, trying to sleep on a roll-away cot on the living room floor. The house is right next to a truck stop or some type of fueling station. I can see a truck parked at the edge of the lot closest to the house. I reach over and press the reset button on the computer because the screen keeps coming up blank white. Suddenly, a voice speaks from my Bluetooth headset which is laying on the desk. I turn off the headset and he's still talking. I pull the battery out of the phone and the voice continues. I get up and throw the headset across the room, then I see the guy standing in front of the window.

      As I'm standing there trying to figure out what's going on, my folks wake up and walk through the room, talking about some kind of sandwiches that they're making in the oven. I follow them through the kitchen area, then I walk out into the other room. When I look up, I see the guy standing in front of the window. He reaches up and opens the window and climbs in while retrieving a small .22 revolver from his pocket and starts to walk back the hallway toward the bedrooms. I snatch the gun from his hand and fire the two rounds that were in it at him. He falls face-down on the floor. I yell to my dad, “Give me a gun.” and he hands me a junky old gun that doesn't work. Again I yell, “Give me a loaded gun that works.” He hands me a single bullet which I load into the gun. I walk up to the guy and shoot him in the back of his head. The bullet leaves a little mark on his head, but doesn't really do much of anything. I struggle with the gun for a moment to try and get another bullet into the chamber. It looks like a revolver, but it has a canister of bullets on the side kind of like a paintball gun. I try and shake a round into the chamber, but it just doesn't want to work right.

      My dad walks out of the bedroom and as he passes, I tell him that I made a mess in the living room. He replies, “Like, OK...” I say, “What are we going to do with this?” He says, “I guess we'll have to carry him outside somewhere.” He walks up and looks in the room, looks around for a bit, then keeps on walking. As he walks by the body, he says, “You didn't get him in the head, you shot him in the face.” I said, “No, I shot him in the back of the fucking head, but this junky-ass gun didn't really work.”

      Becoming a bit aggravated, I tear the canister off the side of the gun and manually load the revolver chambers. I walk back to the guy and shoot him In the head again several times. I say, “I think I got him this time.”, then I wake up.

      Updated 05-30-2016 at 04:03 AM by 36447 (spelling)

      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. Snow Storm / 8:88 PM / Talking Horse

      by , 10-08-2012 at 12:47 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: October 7, 2012 7:00PM (USA Eastern)
      NON-DREAM NOTES DREAM LUCID

      (Note: After an exhaustive weekend running sound at an electronic music festival, I get back home and decide to take an early evening nap after surfing the 'net for a bit.)

      I am sitting in my truck in the driveway of my parent's old house. My Mom is in the driver's seat, talking to Dad on the phone and I am in the passenger seat. My brother is sitting in the back seat playing with a small electronic game. The weather is mixed rain/snow and the snow is building up on the trees on the mountain. Occasionally, the snow falls from the trees and a couple of small branches break off as the snow crashes to the ground. My brother jumps out of the back seat of the truck and runs off. I roll down the window so I can hear the snow falling from the trees.

      Mom finishes up on the phone and tells me that Dad's flight was diverted because of the storm and he is currently in Delaware. She said it would be another 2-3 hours before he could get a different flight home. I told Mom, I'll pick him up at the airport. Just let me know when he is supposed to arrive. I look at my watch and see that it is 8:88PM. I just roll my eyes and look out the window again.

      I see my brother running into the woods. Once into the woods, he fires off a couple of shots with his rifle. I get out of the truck and quickly follow him into the woods. When I get there, he tells me that he just threw the smaller rifle back the trail because it jammed. He walks off and reloads the larger rifle. As I walk back the trail to retrieve the jammed rifle, I see that there is a horse hanging out in the woods just a bit further back. As I approach, I can hear that the horse is laughing and exchanging jokes with my brother. I walk up to the horse and exchange a hi-5 and a fist bump. As I walk away, the horse says, "have a good one, dude!", then laughs some more.

      I walk across a small bridge over a stream and look at my watch again. It says 8:88PM. I tap the watch face a couple of times and look again. It still says 8:88PM.

      Suddenly, I wake up. I lay in bed for a moment with the palm of my left hand firmly planted against my forehead. Once I confirm that I have clear recall, I get up to write this DJ entry. As I walk to the computer, I cuss myself for missing so many obvious dream signs.