At my old elementary school courtyard, that transformed into an industrial park/shopping centre. Parked with a crew in front of a loading bay/entrance, there to pick up crates and maybe gain entrance to rob. Crewcut asian guy comes out of building, ready to sign off on crates we're to pick up. We sign, but he refuses to let us in. Signature doesn't allow immediate entrance or pick up, just declares ownership. As he leaves, I rush up behind him an grapple him. Results in crew entering building. Building interior is like a parking garage. Inside however is a private mercenary force that shouldn't be there. Stand off. I'm still outside when I hear sirens. Cops. Through the rows if buildings we see SWAT swarming. I rush inside with the rest of the crew. Mercenary force retreats, closing large interior doors. I pound on them and demand to be let in. Crew and I run for a bit entering doorways. Firefight between mercenaries and crew against SWAT happens somewher in vicinity. I enter a room where the mercanry force, like 50, are held up. I and crew show signs of submission that we're now on the same side against the SWAT. I enter a side room with a 1/3rd of the mercenary force hunkering down. A QT blonde in army fatigues repels from outside onto a window sill and shoots up the room. Mercanries are all exposed, and gunned down. I'm in the open too. I fumble for my firearms but they're replaced with giant nail clippers and standard manual nail guns, which are empty. My pockets are full of normal sized nail clippers. I dodge around the QTs fire (even in the dream I'm surprised I'm not shot, despite being in clear LOS) and enter back into the room with the main hunkered down mercenary force.
The situation was hopeless, but I remained unphazed... end.
>be me, but in the Gulf War for some reason >US Army issues me an M1 Garand because they ran out of modern rifles >also they don't have any bullets left, so I just gotta make do with a bayonet >oh well, whatever >it's night time, we're fighting in a city, half the buildings are on fire, and I see 4 hajis shooting from the a pile of rubble >manage to sneak around to their flank and charge them with my bayonet >get really nervous when I get close to the first haji, stab him so weakly in the throat that the knife bounces off his skin >man up and stab him again, this time piercing him through the neck and killing him >move on down the row, stabbing hajis in the throat one at a time >when I get to the last haji it takes a lot of effort to stab him, and the blade only sinks into his throat very slowly, he's got a thick-ass neck >finally kill him and the dream ends
Ryder Moore
Dreamt I got in a shootout in a public park with a bunch of niggers armed with ARs when all I had was my AK and Glock. Someone started giving me shit when I had no mags ready for my handgun and I only had one 30 rounder in my AK. Took cover behind some parked cars and someone came up and offered me a loaded 10 rounder which I thanked 'em for before waking up. Aside from that, I've had weird body horror like dreams but with guns. Remember one were ammo was all deformed as fuck and I had to pick throgh it all to find just one that wasn't too terribly disfigured that mightve been chamberable. For some reason it felt gross and I'm not quite sure why.
Keep having dreams of disassembling and reassembling ak ,mosin, and sks, dunno why.
Carter Powell
I had a dream where I used a suped-up M1A2 to kill a bunch of mech suits There was this one that looked like a rabbit and me and my crew disabled it with a SABOT shell
Justin Carter
Posted in the other thread but may as well bump this one I guess
>I'm a British soldier >shipped off to fight in crimea >I'm wounded terribly >innafieldhospital >a young lady from Florence Nightingale's nursing brigade and I strike up a friendship >she reads me poetry at night, I realize it is Christina Rossetti >she's like 5/10 but we fall in love regardless >ask her to marry me but she says no >she's too pious, sad and weird. I'm a broke crippled soilder
Jordan Allen
Perfect timing i literally had one today >on my way to buy gun >meet guy >shows me his grandpas gun hes selling >its a pristine luger >keeps sweeping me with the muzzle >get mad he clears it >start inspecting it feels great in my hands >he gets distracted by something and wanders away >cant find him >get a free luger I was sad to wake up
Jordan Clark
>In real life I was born in '95 >In my dream it was 2019 I was hanging out with my gf and friends at some indian buffet, went to the bathroom, I came out in the year 1993 >I'm dressed noticeably different >Immediately I'm like "Gotta fucking call somebody." >Manage to get a meeting with a government official, some men in black type >I'm trying to convince him that I'm from the future (but I haven't been born yet and don't want to tell him my parents names in case he does something that prevents me from getting born) >Don't fucking know what happened in the two years before I was born >Literally I'm in this interrogation room like "Have you heard of Smashing Pumpkins? Has Siamese Dream come out yet? How about movies, where are we with movies?" >i didn't know shit from 93-95 geopolitically or anything important >Probably the best thing I could say is the Challenger disaster in 95 >Either way they're holding me for 2 years (at best, probably they just kick me out without any documents or prospects in the year 93 or put me in some loony bin) >I'm already kind of giving up on helping and trying to get them to hook me up with witness protection until a few years pass and I actually know something about important historical events >Realize I'm probably never going to see my gf, sister, family, friends again or else I'd fuck with their lives >Wake up hyperventilating and stressing about not knowing anything political from 93-94.
Wyatt Cruz
i was flexible and long enough to suck my own dick
Adam Butler
Last night i dreamt that Pewdiepie was invading my home with a pack of Swedish sand niggers. So i shot all of them with my AR and then finished off Pewds with my Ithaca
Ayden Bell
The challenger disaster was in 86.
Christian Morris
I had this one last night. >I'm in a fallout post apocalypse >coming back to my apartment/hideout >somehow I already know there are people inside >bad people >my front door is locked from the inside >that's okay >I have my vz set up like in real life but it has a semi auto masterkey on it in the dream >blast the door with the masterkey >kick it open >open fire >it's Daisy Domergue from the Hateful Eight >and some other guys but they don't matter now >start clearing my apartment >get to my beroom >there is a guy standing in the doorway >the door is cracked so I can only see him through the crack >tell him to come out with his hands up >he runs to the left so I start shooting through the door >pause >hear a crash in my closet to the left >kick open the door and switch to my masterkey >turn into the closet and he is on the floor bleeding badly >tell him it didn't have to be like this >"It's too late now" are his last words >come back out into the living area >Daisy is still alive >kinda getting some sexy vibes off her >she's not that attractive but I'd still put it in her in a heartbeat >she pulls pistol, I pull trigger >oh well >top off my mag with two stripper clips and refill my pack with ammo >I'm waiting on some friends to get here so now I wait Then the dream shifts but sort of picks up right after this, pt 2 coming up.
Adrian Powell
Pt2 >I'm part of a resistance group fighting on a beach >the battle is almost over >I still have my VZ from before >the battle is finishing up, not much action in this part >the enemy had this sort of truck-train convoy thing parked on the beach >we are raiding it for supplies and I get some more ammo >start moving inland to the objective >we get to where we are going to ambush an enemy train that is going to stop up ahead >the tracks are up ahead about 200 yards on a ridge >we're hiding all around >I am next to a small one story building behind a small berm with shrubs on top >have to stay hidden so they don't see us >the train pulls in >it's fucking massive >like a triple decker train with walkways all along the sides and there are shitloads of troops on it >way more than we can handle >take aim at one of the soldiers on the walkway >everything goes wrong >they had an ambush for us in stead >everyone starts running >there are too many of them to fight >I move inside the building >they start shooting through the walls and set fire to the building >I run out the back door and haul ass away >get back to the rest of my people >we have to get out of here and lay low Now the dream shifts again but continues the story
Daniel Johnson
Pt3 >I'm in a van with some people and we're traveling to a safehouse >we're all talking >it's kind of like the van scene from Children of Men only we don't get ambushed >"we're taking you to the Irish, they're friends and you can stay with them" >it's some sort of IRA hangout >we get there and they drop me off, then leave to drop other people off at other places >a man comes out to greet me, asks me a few questions >start talking to the Irish, just small talk >I stash my rifle but I still have my pistol on my hip >then an SUV from the bad guys pulls up so I go around back to stash my pistol since I'm laying low so I can't do it right in front of him >it's my USP .45 set up just like in real life >put it in some bushes >bad guy is walking around, checking everything out and making sure nobody is up to no good >he sees my holster and asks if I have any guns >nope >goes over to where I stashed the pistol and says he can't spend all day looking through some bushes so he sets them on fire >hey man that's bad for the plastic >he leaves and I go grab it out of the bushes before the fire reaches it >start talking to the Irish again >they have a bunch of women, this is nice >start talking to the women and they really like me >I kinda like it here The end
I've never been interested in masterkeys but after that dream I think they're pretty cool.
Nolan Torres
I dreamt I was sucking myself off this morning. That was about it.
Cameron Cox
Did you finish?
Camden Cox
Luckily user was dreaming because hed be fucked
Cooper Lee
>getting in 2 person tin boat in ocean with girlfriend for some kind of tin boat party >but first she needs to fill bucket with water so we can boil it on our tin boat >she leans over the edge to fill bucket and slips in the water >she isn’t coming up >I jump in and swim to her. Her hair is stuck in a barnacle >I rip her hair from the barnacle and bring her to the surface >she gasps for air, panics and pushes my head under water >I drown >wake up
Tfw no qt3.14 to drown me
Austin Foster
I meant the other one, the one in 95 but yeah I'd be fucked.
Gabriel Roberts
I keep having a dream where people post new threads about Jow Forums dreams even when there are already several ones in the catalog. Good thing it's just a dream because it's pretty fucking annoying.
