Skygerobrian

11/19/2012
5:30am
non lucid

A couple guys and I stood outside on the well lit patio of a small country home at night. There were no lights on in the house. An old screen door was slightly opened but the main door was shut. Against the house was a few old chairs, a walking stick, and probably a couple old rusty tools. To one side of the house was a barely visible dirt road that disappeared beyond some bushes and out into the night. Just behind the bushes parked on the side of the road I could see the top of a faded blue Chevy truck.

We knew some guys were coming out to gun us down but we had some sort of plan. One guy came running up and said they were coming. Soon enough one guy came up to us, pulled out a shotgun and pointed it at the DC nearest the front door. The gunman had an average build, brown hair, flannel shirt, blue jeans, and boots. This didn't bother me much because I knew that one of my DC buddies was supposed to be sneakin' up behind the bushes any minute. He was supposedly a insanely dangerous guy that nobody should mess with and he had dealt with this sort of situation before.

What I thought was going to happen is that he would come up and shoot the gunman from the bushes with some sort of dart or arrow. Once I knew he was out at the bushes I began to talk to the gunman. "You don't wanna do that man." I said "you better get out of here...your times running out man..better run..". It was then that I noticed the guy I was waiting for was holding up a pair of antlers from behind the bushes. Then he was only holding up one antler. It was some sort of signal to us that he was there and ready. "This is retarded. Shoot the guy already" I thought. However, before he could do anything, the gunman ran off down the road.

Now it was just me outside and I walked toward the dirt road to meet two more of our crew which were coming up the road with weapons. One quickly moved past me and into the house but the next guy stopped in front of me. He was just about the nerdiest guy I've ever seen with high blue waisted pants, yellow button up shirt, and carrying some really poorly made bows and quivers full of arrows with equally poor construction. He handed me one bow and a quiver and we made our way into the house.

As I was going into the house and the dream theme began to transition, I noticed that my bow could bend in the middle like a hinge which made it practically useless. The nerds bow was in the same condition. Directly inside was the living room and directly to the right of us was the back of a couch and to the left was a wall. A kitchen and hall way opened up to the left at the end of the wall. Things were fairly cluttered, dishes were dirty, and someone was constructing a home made play pen between the kitchen and the couch in the living room.

The play pen had four small PVC pipes, one at each corner and held in place by something heavy yet not sturdy enough. Wrapped around the pipes was a tarp like material. The pen had no floor and the carpet was covered in small shredded scraps of cardboard or something like that. The sides were also trying to fall in. The nerd went to one side and bent his bow into a ninety degree angle and used it to stabilize one corner. I followed suit with the opposite corner and was happy to be rid of the stupid bow. As we headed into the kitchen the dream transitioned again.

I found my self on the run as I shuffled out of the kitchen and through hallways of an old wooden ship / submarine. I was looking for a way out and also searching for something. Finally I came to a spot where I could just barely squeeze myself up and through a path in the upper corner of a hallway. I lifted myself up through the opening and out into the water. I held on to the ship which appeared to be partially sunk. The hole where I had come out was gone and in front of me just inside a break of the hull was a medium sized treasure chest. I opened the chest and and gazed inside to find more empty containers which were shaped like the tops of bird houses and were all fitted together on their sides. I figured that I hadn't found anything worth much and so I swam off toward the shore.

note: I think this part of my dream must have bin partly inspired by Assassins Creed III.

There were a few rocks sticking up out of the water but the waves were calm and blue, the sun bright, and the beach was sandy and beautiful. I didn't get very far when I had second thoughts about the treasure and decided to turn around. However before I got back to the ship a jet boat came speeding from behind some nearby rocks. At this point and this point only, the boat was towing a matching trailer. It was those same jerks from the first part of the dream and the driver was heading straight for me. When they hit me I somehow managed to grab onto the boat and without them noticing that I was still alive. Careful not to get cut up by a propeller which the boat shouldn't have had I made my way to the back of the boat and took a look inside.

There were three guys total but one of them was only a young teenager who was asleep in the back seat. I considered secretly throwing them all over board one by one. I would have to start with the kid but I couldn't take the chance that he could get hurt or drown. Before I made any decision the boat crashed into the beach, throwing us all onto the beach. Again the dream transitioned.

Next thing I remember was standing inside a cave on the beach amongst the wreckage. One of the guys was pointing a shotgun at one of my buddies again. I remember trying not to kill anyone and somehow I manage to stop any violence from occurring. Some of the wreckage may have been alien spaceships and there was also other bits of technologically advanced equipment around the cave. Most of this equipment was actually human and was used to examine the alien stuff many years ago. It felt like this cave had been forgotten several years ago by the US government..kinda Stargate-ish . There was a dusty row of monitors and some small cube-ish computing modules all lined up on shelves.

Last transition and I am observing a conversation between people wearing lab-coats in a CSI type evidence lab. There were two guys sitting down near a security door and a female investigator was asking them about some breach in security that had happened somewhere. The two guys kind of shrugged brainlessly like they had no idea there was a problem. Apparently they had let an imposter get through their background check system...twice. The investigator looked through an evidence tray filled with what I think was pot and grabbed a large brownish-orange medicine container also filled with the same stuff. She looked over at the too men and asked "But why would they use this place to get through twice?" She was implying that the guys had messed up and that the imposter had used this lab because it was easy.


END

over 6 years ago I think

I was kidnapped by a group of thugs and put in the back seat of some sedan. They had guns and I think hoods. My dad may have bin in the car. We pull up to a country home. It had a porch wrapped around two sides and was slightly run down. To get to the front door you had to walk up some stairs to the left of the driveway. At the top to the left was a yard and to the right was the house. Their was a tree in the yard, hard dirt, probably some chew toys, and bushy ivy covered banks that sloped down to the road and driveway below.

Inside the house in the living room was a table with a large map. My parents were there with the thugs and kind of making fun of me. They all went over some plan with me and explained what was going on. I still thought it was messed up. We went back outside and the tree had pages from a book in place of its leaves. I think I was supposed to use them to break some code. I had trouble getting all the pages. END

09/02/2011
8:30am

2 guys and I were on the run and needed back packs. I had a rifle and one guy had a hand gun. Together we went into a small store next to the apartments I grew up in. Instead of robbing the place outright we peruse the shelves and hide our guns.

While looking I hide the rifle by leaning it up against one of the racks that had glass sides and held folded T-shirts. The hand gun was slid under another rack. I continued to look but couldn't choose a back pack. We where running out of time.

The store owner walked over to the door and locked it because he thought something was wrong. I instinctively made a run for it and found that the door was indeed not locked. As I leave I signal the other guys to hurry up and yell "Lets Fn' go already!!!"

Outside in the parking lot I realize that we failed to get a backpack. We ran off through the field and it became night as I remember stomping through the grass and around a mud puddle.

5:30 AM

Part One
Found myself with restless male DCs, fighting, wrestling etc. They were pretty typical except that they seemed to be from the old west some how. One of the DC's was pretty different from the rest however. He somewhat resembled Michel J. Fox and carried a small pearl handled revolver. I decided to call him 42 and for some reason the fancy name suited him. This scene quickly evolved into a pre bar fight as we entered an old, cramped, poorly lit, dry and dusty bar / shop. Sitting at a small round table were a couple old possibly confederate men minding there own business. There were a few more standing around the place.

Not long after that a few DCs started talking smack about the old men in the building. I can't remember exactly what they were saying but it was something along the lines of "they bunch of money hungry bastards, blah, blah, blah." One of the guys at the table had enough of this crazy talk. I could see he was missing quite a few teeth as he clearly stated the obvious fact that "Do we look like we's rich folk?!!" "Cmon look over at 42 that fancy boy of yours",,,,,,,,,,,, a fight broke out as 42 who was standing by a beverage fridge reached for his revolver.

Part Two
The bar/shop quickly transitioned into a gas station with old west features as we proceeded to rob the place. The old DCs were all gone except two regular guys who I figured to be owner and manager of the gas station. Also, my original gang was armed while the two old guys no longer had weapons. I found the owner fumbling with a cash register so I plunged my (looked similar to a 9mm Glock but bigger) into his back. As he tried to put the handful of cash into a safe I noticed that they were large denominations. (dream reality $200 bills) and $500 dollar bills. He mostly ignored my gun and I had to snatch at the cash he wouldn't let go of. I got some of it and decided that it was time to go. Before I headed for the door the store manager handed me a receipt with lots of circles and numbers written in different color ink.

I began to worry whether or not the cops were waiting outside or not. I was bright outside so maybe we could make a dash for the forest behind the gas station and meet our getaway van at the road below. Or chance it pulling up front. I thought about finger prints for some reason and clumsily stuffed the gun under my shirt as I dropped some crumpled up paper on the floor. I woke up as we bolted out of the door.

note: If you haven't guessed I know nothing about guns or burglary.