Posted: 9/2/2023 3:33:04 PM EST
[#25]
Quoted: I got up early this morning, around 4, to go out and do some 6.5 Grendel zero confirmation and build some range dope and maybe zap a coyote. It poured rain last night and the desert was very slippery and beautiful. I only saw jacks, no coyotes. Walked a few thousand yards.
Got home around 10 and took a quick nap.
That's when it happened.
I dreamed I was in some weird cloudy and misty world. I climbed up a narrow steep dirt path on this weird lone hill that poked through the mists. At the top of this hill was a building made from rough-hewn granite blocks. No windows, only one door. Just low scrubby bushes around it.
I went inside and it was one big room. The walls were bare damp granite that oozed water. The floors were covered in big middle-eastern looking rugs, several layers deep that squished with water when you walked. The lighting was dim and there were wisps of black oily smoke circulating. There were stacks of books and boxes everywhere, with no rhyme or reason or apparent organization. It was very cold, but there were small potted palm trees here and there.
I made my way to the center of the big room. I saw Aimless sitting at a big desk. A metal utility desk, like you'd see in some old-time government office. The surface was covered with books and papers and odd objects and dozens of old coffee cups.
Aimless was sitting in an office chair. He appeared in penguin form, but mansized. He had a top hat, silk vest and monocle, like the Monopoly man or Dk-prof wears. He was holding a pocket watch in his wing-flipper. He saw me, and snapped it shut and said, "you're here!" His voice was high-pitched and urgent.
He put the watch into his pocket and stood up. In one flipper he was holding a tall curved-top sheep herders staff, like Moses in a 1960s movie.
He said, calmly now, " get four arfcommers, with four big trucks."
Then he reached back into his pocket and pulled out a fist-sized, wadded up, narrow piece of paper.
He handed it to me. He said, "take this." I looked, and I saw it was a lengthy hand-written list of guns, in blue ball-point ink, written on an old Costco receipt.
He said, "take those Arfcommers and get these guns. Bring them to me."
I turned to leave and he shouted, ""DON'T LET ANYBODY STOP YOU."
That's when I woke up.
I can't remember any of the guns on the list. I'm not sure where to go. I don't know four Arfcommers with big trucks. Aimless didn't give me his credit card. I'm not sure if this is a straw purchase.
The whole thing was pretty creepy. View Quote You're a replicant.
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