Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 1/9/2018
By bozbro
Ok this was the most fucking lit dream I've ever had. I was the ultimate badass. Like Johnny Bravo, combined With Rambo and Chuck Norris. I was on a tropical island, calm music playing on a ukelele with bongos. I was at a bar sipping on a sweet blue drink. Suddenly there was a massive explosion! fire erupted from a big hotel building. Three helicopters flew over head. Suddenly the little ukelele band was ACDC, jamming out. The hot bartender chick reached under the counter and tossed me an Akm and loaded a pump shotgun. There was a Huron helicopter (the ones that look like a sausage and have two rotors) already spinning up, My new hot bartender girlfriend got behind the controls and I sat in the back, door open. We took off and were making good time. when I saw the helicopters chasing after us. I yelled and fired my rifle at the helicopters. killing two pilots. the helicopters plummeted down and I felt the heat of the explosions on my feet. I grabbed an rpg-7 lying conveniently next to me and fired a rocket. It hit a helicopter dead on, which crashed into the fourth and final helicopter, causing an awesome explosion. I saw myself in third person, our Huron flying off into the sunset. Later the bartender introduced herself, she was a Hawaiian spy, go figure, tasked with working undercover, at a resort. Her cover was blown and I helped her escape. (I didn't really care, I just thought it was awesome, but I nodded anyways). Either way she had to "thank me personally". We ended up getting flat drunk and making out in her secret hideout, (which was a bungalow, you go cultural appropriation!) She was actually really gorgeous, her dark tanned skin seemed to glow in the soft light of the fire. She let her bra fall to the floor and held me tight. I don't know why, but I felt so calm, despite the ridiculous shit we'd just gone through, my head laying in her chest, watching it rise and fall, while listening to her heartbeat, I felt so calm, We sort of switched around positions. Honestly we were more sleeping on eachother than making out her head lay on my bare chest, while I smelled her long black hair, there was the scent of sulfur, from the fighting, but there was a subtle hint of lavender, and poppies. Again I breathed deeply, sucking in the fake air through my made up lungs. This was a dream, but I could live with it. My last memory, lying on our sides holding eachother, her soft breath gently dancing on my face.