I had somehow ended up back in time, probably the early 50's (or before). I was showing off an AR15 carbine to a few guys, who were messing around with a Thompson SMG (where is why I assume it was no later than Vietnam, where the M4 replaced the Thompson). Someone, possibly my former friends Barra and Fenn (yes, these guys again) judged me for being such a braggard. For my crimes of being a "bad time traveler" I was punished somehow. I recall my Fenn walking past me as if he didn't know who I was or hadn't seen me. Barra, someone who hates me even more than Fenn does, did stop to speak to me. I was quite emotional and felt a lot of regret. Not for anything in particular, just generally. I don't remember what he said. Nothing too damning. He came uncomfortably close while speaking to me, but didn't care because of how emotional I was. Anyway... I found another job as security guard for some rich guy, to guard his villa. Using the AR15 carbine.
2/26-27. 230. Something from that Ghost Adventurers show? Zack guy (host) At my house. Night. Dave there. We have these 2 guys that had broken in or something. They’re dressed in war BDU’s. Looks WW2-like, but not sure. One was Asian the other white. Dave and I end up separated at some point. I’m fighting the Asian one. I don’t have a gun, so just drying to dodge the guy’s fire. He uses a single shot, then switches to a Thompson looking gun, but had no wood, and no straight mag, more modern looking, but the main part looked the same. The pile of dirt on the side yard is gone and it’s just all flat grass. The pool side doesn’t have as much stuff under the tarp. Then I find an M1 Garand. I look in the top and see that there’s a round chambered. I hide around the corner with the bushes concealing where I am. The bushes aren’t as dense and can see through them easily. Guy runs past and I shoot him in the chest. He goes down and I start to beat his forehead with the butt of the M1 which isn’t flat, but angled and a brass guard on it. It’s not doing much damage, just some scrapes. Then he starts to take something out, a grenade, but doesn’t look like one. Before he could pull the pin, I take the butt of the gun to his neck and pretty much chop his head off. He’s still alive until I make the final cut. Flick his head away from his body to be sure. Then go to the garage and find Dave there with his bad guy disemboweled and shredded up and some pieces are hanging from the rafters, which are only 3ft off the ground. Garage is cluttered. I go in and check out some of the pieces. The garage door opens and some older people are there, live at my house (so not my house). Some sort of quick conversation about them being baddies
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