jarrhead

28.07.2011

Ace Combat (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was inside an airplane, in the cockpit. I was stuck in a dogfight with one airplane. We were the only two in the skies. We were above a desert and this dogfight lasted about five mintes before I finally hit the other plane a second time.









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I was inside a building and found a science textbook I lost with a copy of Between the Buried and Me's "Colors" CD. I wanted to turn it in for a refund, but for some reason couldn't turn in the textbook because the CD was too scratched. (?)

27.07.2011

Wasteland (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

We were in my old neighborhood from Fayetteville. For once, it actually showed it as it is -- post tornado.





(not from google images)

It was night time. There were still no street lights on the road pictured above. Some of them that were still up were broken on other streets, or slanted. Houses were messed up left and right.

I was riding my bike back from my ex's house to my old house to go get guns, because Rick and I had none (see previous DJ. Rick from Falling Skies),

At an intersection, a guy in a blue minivan came up and drove up to me, miraculously avoiding the overturned SUV. He pulled out a gun with his right hand while still in the driver's seat, casually showing it to me.




(not from google images)



I said, "Come on man.. you got a gun. You mean I can't even fight to attempt to get out?"
He laughed and said "hah.. yeah. Pretty fucked up ain't it?"
"Man this is bullshit." I replied. I dropped my bike and got in his van. He never noticed Rick.
"This place is a wasteland. The world's severely fucked." he said.

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I had gotten free of him by breaking the rope around my hands and killing his henchman with my fists. I ran back into my old house and grabbed the only pistol there and one hunting knife. I had one more I took from the cellar I was trapped in earlier. The pistol had seven bullets in the chamber. It was a Baretta.

I ran back to the ex's house. Her house was elevated by a stucco staircase, and another house was directly across from this staircase (as if the front doors were on the adjacent sides). Rick and I got to the top of the staircase and saw three kids and a man. I looked at Rick and we both tried to hug the wall and get out of view. All three kids saw us and I put my hands over my lips to say "shhhhh..."

They didn't speak, but as the staircase curved toward the door, the man saw me. He drew his weapon. I aimed down my sights and shot him in the lower stomach to my right. He slowly fell to the ground, and tried to shoot as he was going down. He aimed directly at me. I started strafing and jumping as if it were a video game, scared out of my mind. Rick stood there staring.

*click* *click* *click*

The man's pistol wasn't even loaded.

The children continued inside the house. I went over to the man's body and found 13 rounds, preloaded in 7 and 6-bullet magazines. I took the empty mag just in case.

27.07.2011

Staging Murders (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

We were in an old-fashioned two-story house. It was me, my friend Jerome, and, again, Rebecca Black, who was again my girlfriend. (seriously, it's getting old.)






So, again, here's a picture.

There isn't really much way to describe it. Rebecca and I went upstairs into a room and locked the door after having Jerome lure Hunter out, as we had staged a murder.

We did this again with another murder.

Yeah.


And there were no doors.. lol