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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.

I've been trying to log only my lucids, but my memory fails me now. I'm convinced that steady journaling of my dreams aids in more complete memory of all my dreams. I'll set up another page for my regular dreams so I can continue logging only my lucids here.

I've been lazy with my cycling, but I woke up at around 5:00 AM and decided to cycle. I didn't do do much, and the cycling was disturbed by itches and other discomforts, but it didn't seem to matter. I ended up going lucid. This technique is like old faithful for me.

# 69

I was in a strange house. I don't really remember what was happening, but someone was leaving top-shelf alcohol in my glass. I would finish what the person didn't drink, but I knew something was wrong. After finishing the end of a second glass, a woman appeared and said something about it not being community alcohol, though she said it some other way, and did not get upset about it at all. In fact, she started pouring me more.

I liked her even though she was about 10 years older than me. She was sexy and I think I got to see her breasts.

I started thinking I might be dreaming, but was afraid to take the woman. I looked at my hands and they were split so that I could see air through a couple fingers. I put fingers from my other hand through the cut slits in the other fingers to prove I was dreaming. I still didn't believe it, but I took the woman and paid close attention to whether she acquiesced or not. She never flinched.

Soon I was with a girl who was much younger than her, but I think she just turned younger. I put my hand up her shirt and felt her up. I pushed her bra up and saw her tits. Then I undid my pants and put her hand on me.

Then two guys walked in. One had an assault rifle. I started to beg for him not to kill me, but then I stood up and started to beat the shit out of him. My punches didn't have the umph I would want, but I kept punching and got the better of the guy with the rifle.

I never got back to the girl before I woke up.

May 4, 2011
Lucid Dream 227: Return of the S.S.
Series: The Wonderful World of Ack, Episode 1
DILD
around 11:00am



I was in the local Wal-Mart parking lot with my friends Diddy and Mike. I was smoking a cig and we were talking about going downtown later. Someone came up behind me and put their hands of my eyes and did the "guess who." It was a familiar female voice. All I got out was Kate, when I became lucid.

I turned around and Kate Beckinsale was standing behind me. I kissed her and told her it had been a while. I turned back around and saw that Diddy and Mike had been restrained and were now being dragged into a large van. The men who were taking them hostage were very familiar indeed. One of them flashed a fake badge and said, "Don't worry, we are just going taking to get ice cream." They got in the van quickly, burned out in the parking lot, and sped off. I grabbed Kate's hand and we hurried into the back seat of a nearby vehicle. My sister was in the driver's seat. I told her to follow the van. Kate looked at me and said, "Its alright, they were government officials. We can trust them." I laughed and said, "I trust government officials about as much as I trust the Taliban." I then notice a group of Taliban members standing under a tent in the Wal-Mart parking lot. They were passing out rocket launchers and AKs. I then looked at Kate and said, "Besides, they weren't true government officials. They were S.S." She looked confused and said, "They didn't speak German." I replied, "S.S. otherwise known as the Shiny Spiffers." She looked at me like I was crazy and I explained, "I used to write stories about them in middle school. They are named after their spiffy Donald Trump hair, dark sunglasses, and black suits with the penguin coat tail." I was really excited because this was actually true. I used to write stories about these guys. They were a "mature rated" comedy series called, 'The Wonderful World of Ack'. The stories were actually inspired from a dream I had back around that time. I wish I still had them.

We followed the van at a safe distance, but lost them at some point. My sister asked where they might be headed and I replied, "Oh, I know exactly where they are headed...Duke University. Their secret base is there." We drove for a short period of time and caught up with the van. It pulled into what looked like an old plantation with a sign that had the blue devil symbol. I asked my sister where she put the guns and she told me they were behind my seat. I pulled down my seat slightly and pulled out an assault rifle. We waited for a moment and the boss got out of the van. Kate said, "Theres the boss!" I looked and noticed it was Mel Gibson. I jumped out of the car and shot at Mel Gibson. He seemed to be one step ahead of me though and was in mid-dive when I opened fire. He dove behind the van and pulled out a pistol. We had a shoot-out for a few moments. I then acted like I was reloading and as soon as he popped out from the car, I blasted him. I walked over top of him as he was dying and said, "Silly Mel Gibson, lucid dreamers don't reload." I then shot his body a few more times.

I sneak around the nearby building and looked through the window. For some reason, I knew I had been tortured in this building before with electricity. I was tied up and standing in a water pail. I saw there were a bunch of captives in there as well as Mike and Diddy. I then ran around to the door of the small building. I looked back behind me and saw an old mansion a top a hill behind me. I could see security cameras everywhere and knew I had to act quickly. I shot the door lock and then kicked it open. I yelled for all of the prisoners to escape and people started running out the door screaming like they were running from Godzilla. I told them to be quiet and there was no need to scream, but the bastards didn't listen. I looked for Brandon and Mike and found them sitting at a poker table. They were smoking cigars and playing poker with two other guys. I said, "What the hell are you doing, I'm rescuing you." Mike said, "Yeah thanks, just wait for us to finish this game real quick. I laughed and turned back to the doorway. There was a tall man that resembled an elf from Lord of the Rings. He was holding a katana in each hand. I start shooting at him, but he was blocking all the bullets with same crazy ass swordsmanship. He closed in on me, so i dove head first out the window.

I landed and noticed the clip to my gun had fallen out. I thought, "Eh, I don't really need it anyway." The elf guy jumped down and started running at me. I tried to shoot him, but the gun as no longer working. The Elf was just a foot or two away when I heard a gun shot and he dropped dead. Diddy had shot the elf guy in the head. Diddy said, "You could have told me we were dreaming!" I shrugged and flew back up into the window. We grabbed some of the scattered guns and exited the building. We were heading back to the vehicle when I saw Wormtail from the Harry Potter movies. He was running down from the mansion shouting, "Stop in the name of Lord Gibson! Stop this instant." We ran around the building and I looked for Mel's dead body. I found it after a quick search around the hedges and picked it up. I walked over to Wormtail and threw it at his feet. I said, "Here you go, chap!" Wormtail looked panicked and leaned toward Mel's body. I then shot the shit out of the dead body. Blood splattered all over Wormtail and I got into the car.

Me, Diddy, and Mike were all shooting out the windows at the line of vehicles following us. We were in a pretty intense shootout when I had a false awakening. I started to write down my dream in a notebook, but my writing kept vanishing. It took me several moments to figure out I had a false awakening. I then dove head first out of my window and took flight. I flew around for a short period of time before actually waking up.

Series Details
The dream series, "The Wonderful World of Ack," is based off of my old short story series that I wrote in middle school. Stay tuned to this series to see just how fucked up my mind was, even before the drugs and alcohol, lol.