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ladyjanelly) wrote2007-07-10 09:20 am
ladyjanelly) wrote2007-07-10 09:20 am
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Dream: Post-abocalypse with Justicar back-up.
Had weird dream last night about the apocalypse and fighting with the Justicars against some back-woods millitia group.
Dunno where Sam was, but my mom (who was with her ex in the dream) wanted me to come up to NC with them to be safe. I told them I had people to find, and clearly the big black late-60's muscle car was the vehicle to take, since its gas tank was more full and it'd be quicker to siphon from the 2000 sedan and top it off.
I remember a gun-battle in the woods. I was sniping some old guy with an AK-47 set to 3 round burst from the back of a broken-down old blazer, and laying down covering fire so my boys could get up on their encampment.
Later, I ran out of ammo and nobody had any, but Kerb gave me his backup gun. This other fat old guy came up with a rifle over the wall we were hiding behind and poked the barrell too far over, and I grabbed it with one hand and shot him with Kerb's gun in the other. I was very annoyed when he wouldn't go down, just kept screaming and bitching, so I turned the rifle around and shot him more with that, and he still wouldn't go down, and I was like "What the hell? Is this a pellett gun?" But eventually he died, and Kerb was laughing at me.
That's all I remember. I hope my car was okay.
Dunno where Sam was, but my mom (who was with her ex in the dream) wanted me to come up to NC with them to be safe. I told them I had people to find, and clearly the big black late-60's muscle car was the vehicle to take, since its gas tank was more full and it'd be quicker to siphon from the 2000 sedan and top it off.
I remember a gun-battle in the woods. I was sniping some old guy with an AK-47 set to 3 round burst from the back of a broken-down old blazer, and laying down covering fire so my boys could get up on their encampment.
Later, I ran out of ammo and nobody had any, but Kerb gave me his backup gun. This other fat old guy came up with a rifle over the wall we were hiding behind and poked the barrell too far over, and I grabbed it with one hand and shot him with Kerb's gun in the other. I was very annoyed when he wouldn't go down, just kept screaming and bitching, so I turned the rifle around and shot him more with that, and he still wouldn't go down, and I was like "What the hell? Is this a pellett gun?" But eventually he died, and Kerb was laughing at me.
That's all I remember. I hope my car was okay.