buzz170

This guy, named Scrapper, was building a kind of oversized hut. He had about 10 people helping him. As ther would finish their jobs he would kill them. He shot one guy off a ladder with a nail gun. He shot another gut with a shotgun. There was a section missing in the ceiling. We were in the attic. The guy walked with a limp and always carried a screwdriver. He kept making comments about he would never be without it. He used this screwdriver as a very useful tool. We tried to lock him out the hut and he used it to pick the lock. He had some hind of map to some kind of complex in Africa. He made some woman figure out how to arrange the map. She had to paste a white section onto a black sheet using a special type of glue. She applied the glue to the sheet and stuck it to the floor, rendering the map useless. The man became furious and stabbed her with the screwdriver. I tried to run. I ran to the room next to where I was and it was my grandpaw's old kitchen from his house that he last lived in five years ago. I ran outside and the backyard was his too. I jumped over the fence on the far side of the house to go back to the front and run down the road. Whenever I jumped the fence I realised that I was dreaming, but got excited and woke up. This was the first time that I can recall becoming Lucid.