Turquoise Dreams

12.26.13

Last night bed 1:08 - 7:46

I'm in a south american country, maybe peru. I'm on a dusty hill with just a few shrubs. On the bottom are few houses, leaning onto the steep slope. One seems like a small local restaurant. (that day watched episode of Bizarre foods, where they were joking about eating half digested small fish from larger fishe's stomach) There is a throw up on the ground and I'm pulling a garden hose closer to hose it off.

I'm standing up high on the retaining wall and chasing dirty water into the canal grates. Somebody is picking through it, and I have a feeling that's the host from Bizarre foods. We are about to leave, so this is a last thing before I leave. But first I have to shut down the water. So I walk on the hill slope to the nearby baseball field (watched episode of Modern Family that night, in which Carol built a baseball field out of the dusty, only few shrubs vacant lot).

I get down to the dugout to look for pipes to shut the water off. I find someone else to help me figure out the correct wheel to turn.

Now we are on a local bus, either ready to leave, or already on the road. But we are stopped now and gunman with kalashnikov's are boarding. I have a feeling now that we are still in Peru, but also in Afrika, because of the looks of the gunman.

Just before they boarded, someone on the adjacent seat is showing someone his machine gun. I recognize it immediately. It's Berrett M60 and I say so, as I admire it. I pick it up and and check it out. I notice, that my hands are unsteady because of it's weight and I realize I would need to use a bipod to shoot it effectively. http://www.allmilitaryweapons.com/20...ult-rifle.html

Someone else has another assault rifle. When these gunman are about to board, I switch seats and sit down next to the guy with assault rifle. It's wraped in a t-shirt and I'm urging him to pull it out and shoot the gunman. But he is scared.

I return to my seat. As the gunman walk through the front door of the bus, I sense danger. These are types of people, that will smack you in your face with a rifle butt without any reason. So I raise my hands and lock them behind my head. I bow my head down slightly to show them I'm no threat to them, and to avoid direct eye contact. I'm not scared, I know I will be ok.

They walk past me and I watch them in a rear view mirror pull a young african girl out of her seat. I know exactly why and I wonder if same will happen to me. One of the gunman stands behind me and starts to feel me up, if I'm worth taking.

Then I see the guy with a machine gun running away from the bus, down the dusty hill, to escape. I yell at him to wait for me.

Now I'm in some kind of a fox-hole with others. I'm looking at my assault rifle. It's very modern, all black composite materials. The barrel has deep ridges. It also has a short scope. I look through it and I can't see anything. So I look at the scope and it has a slot end cap. I like it, it means I can still see through it, but the sun reflection from the glass will not give away my position. But now it's all closed so I turn the small lever to open it. Just in time, because we are being overrun. I raise it up and start firing single shots. Every one of them hits the taget. Attackers are falling down left and right. Some of them outflank us and start lobbing granades. I pick them up and lob them back. No real sense of danger.