J.D.

31.12.2010

Death by North Korea (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm trying to boost my recall, so I'm going back to recording everthing I remember about the night's sleep!

I was trying to bust my friends out of a jail in North Korea. We were inside the inner courtyard of a castle which was made of lightly coloured stone. It was overgrown and run down, but there were sturdy metal bars at every exit. I was the only one of the group skinny enough to squeeze through a gap between the bars.



As I snuck around a corner, I came face to face with a Korean guard. He was wearing a green uniform and hat, and carrying a rifle with a bayonet. As he saw me, his eyes widened, but he didn't make a sound. Instead, he turned and ran away- towards a guard outpost I assumed. I charged after him, to prevent him from raising the alarm. We struggled through some thick, overgrown flowerbeds and out into the open. Unfortunately I was now in full view of a guard with a mounted machine gun. He turned before I had a chance to react and fired. Everything went into slow motion. I felt the bellets going into my chest, but it was more of a discomfort than actually painful. Next thing I knew, I was back in the cell with my friends. I had respawned.

I tried again many more times, and eventually got my friends out of the cell using a crowbar I found in the guards' quarters. We made our way slowly through the overgrown flowerbed again. There was more than enough cover to conceal us from the machine gunner. The next thing I knew, I had a bow in my hand. There were long sharp bamboo sticks on the ground all around me, so I picked one up and prepared to fire. As I pulled back the string, I lined up my target- the machine-gunner. I let it loose. Headshot! The guard stumbled out of the turret and fell to the ground. This alerted all the other guards in the vicinity. A screaming alarm sounded and they all rushed out of their quarters. A fight ensued. I think I might have been semi-lucid, because I remember thinking that I would find some proper arrows in a quiver on my back if I simply looked for them there. Indeed I did. As my friends fought the guards at close range, I ran around the edges of the courtyard firing arrows and making ridiculous shots which always found their target. Finally, all that was left was one man. I assumed him to be Kim Jong-Il, but he was much taller and more badass. He was also dressed in a black robe, unlike the dull green boiler suit Kim Jong-Il is always seen in. I fired plently of arrows at him, all of which hit him at various points on his cranium, but had no effect. He advanced on me slowly. I had my back to a huge stained glass window. Beneath it was a sheer drop to the front of the castle. When the cloaked figure was close enough (by now his head was like a porcupine), I slipped around behind him and performed a "this is sparta" kick to send him through the glass. He fell, wailing, to the stone ground below.