Dreams Involving Firearms: Weird Wild Stuff

Ya, but they're more nightmares really. Usually involving running out of ammo or getting an unclearable jam while the wolves are at the door.

I had one where there were buffalo stampeding my (?) house while I had a bunch of friends and family over. I was passing out guns left and right and we shot all the buffalo. It was weird...

Heh. Vaguely recall dreaming of being at some kind of outdoor fair or something with vendors all around at tables lined up under tents. I had no idea why I was there, and no idea why (here comes the bizarre gun part--- )I had a 1928 Thompson SMG slung on my shoulder.
Even wierder: the people were either totally ignoring me .... or wanting to appropriate the tommygun.
I don't remember some intervening events but I think those last guys won; I somehow wound up buried in the ground up to my neck.

Where's Sigmund Freud when you need him?

My standard gun nightmare themes (all when needing them defensively) include:

- gun disassembling itself
- trigger pull impossibly hard
- bullet velocity ridiculously slow, like 1-2 feet per second.

Curious about the chicken curry. I make it regularly for the family. The other night after a big curry supper and a couple of gin & tonics (practically required when one is eating curry!) I dreamt that night of having real difficulties in trying to shoot down a Zeppelin with ground fire. We were using rifles with barrels that must have been six feet long, and the old style telescopic sights that had to have been three feet long. They must have been using helium because we couldn't make them catch fire. I can still recall the sparks the bullets were making ricocheting off the gondola.

Weird as that was it was a whole lot better than the sorts of things I usually dream about which are typically rather dark.

I've had numerous shoot outs in my dreams. Some went good, some bad but the one dream that stands out compared to yours is I dreamed I drove to my LGS and while looking around I spotted a beautiful Browning BAR Safari. The guy behind the counter said "I knew you would like this one so I've kept it for you" as he passed it to me.

It was chambered in 30-30 Win and I was so excited. I mounted a Nikon Buckmaster 3-9x40 on it and away I went to our home built range.

I woke up before ever pulling the trigger on a live round. Sad

After that I always thought that a BAR in 30-30 win would be cool to find.

I always have very vivid and bizarre dreams if I eat mustard before bed. Much like Ebenezer Scrooge claims when he sees the Jacob Marley.

I awoke legitimately furious the other night. Had a dream I was at an island resort. I was laying in my bed, in my room (that’s actually my real room at home) and heard my Catahoula “Amos Moses” yelp. This was very strange because Amos doesn’t yelp in real life. It’s like he’s oblivious to pain. Anyways, I hear him yelp and I’m on high alert. I reach beside my bed and grab my RedHawk 44 Mag (it resides there in real life along with my 10mm). I head out the door and outside is a group of gangbanger thugs. They have Amos on a chain standing next to the leader.

I approach the group (7-8 thugs with pit bulls and dobermans on chains) with my 44 in my hand and tell him (with some non THR explicatives) that he has my dog and now would be a good time to return him before I “turn his head into a canoe” (Wyatt’s Earp’s lone from Tombstone). They all just look at me and start busting up laughing. The leader says something like “Your little pistol ain’t got enough bullets for all of us and they all draw their weapons. Couple sawed off shotguns, AK’s, and one guy had an absolutely gorgeous 1911 that I somehow knew was in 500 S&W. I said “Thats a really nice pistol. Wanna sell it?” He just stood there and flipped me off.

I’m probably 5’ from the leader and I look at Amos and he’s begging me not to let them take him away. I raise my 44 to the leaders head and.....click. I pull the trigger again.....click. They’re laughing hysterically now. I open the cylinder and my rounds have no primers in the cases.

That actually made me wake up. I was madder than a blindfolded bull in an electrified bucking chute. Turned on the light, reached for my 44 and opened the cylinder. 6 rounds of perfectly loaded 44 Mag with nicely seated primers.

When I drifted back to sleep it was the same dream but I had to find the guys this time. They had moved to another part of the resort. I won’t go into details but between my 44 and my John Wick/The Matrix fighting skills, I got my dog back. Never did get that 1911 in 500 though. Darn the luck.

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Then the dream skipped forward to me driving to some sort of meat up with a smattering of people I know who were friends and coworkers. We were discussing some serious issue seated at a picnic table out in the middle of some grassland. No trees in sight, and just a dirt road getting there. My friends could see I was upset, and asked me what was wrong. I just told them I'd done something really stupid and irresponsible.

Have you had any bizarre dreams where firearms have been a central theme? I don't think I've ever seen a thread with this theme before. It's not that crazy of a dream, but it was pretty surreal.

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Welcome to Oz, AKA Kansas!

I hate when you have a real vivid dream that appears real . You know the ones where you get this real awesome new gun, or something crazy. Than you wake up and it's not there....what a bummer.

Way back when, I used to work at an elemental phosphorus plant that sold clothes to us employees at a tremendously discounted price. The only thing was, I didn’t like the color choices (blue or grey) of the shirts they sold. So I’d stock up on heavy-duty, Carhartt brand, brown shirts when I found them on sale in town.

Anyway, one morning my wife told me about a dream she’d had the night before. She said that she had dreamed that my buddy, Ralph had been out here to the house, and he and I had either been pheasant hunting, or we were getting ready to go – she didn’t remember which. But Ralph and I were sitting at the dining room table when we saw a bear run across the back yard. So we grabbed our shotguns and went outside.

My wife said the next thing she knew, she was looking out the living room window just as I came running across the front yard, with the bear right on my tail. She said I was running so fast that the unbuttoned, brown work shirt I had on was flying out behind me.

Well, she said I wasn’t fast enough, and the ticked off bear got me down and was proceeding to do his worst. That’s when Ralph ran up and said, “Don’t, don’t! You’ll tear his shirt!”

Then my wife woke up.

NIGHTLORD40K said:

Ya, but they're more nightmares really. Usually involving running out of ammo or getting an unclearable jam while the wolves are at the door.

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Lol, I have the same dreams. Mine is I am down in the Hood, my car breaks down and about 2 or 3 of the gang are headed my way shooting. I take aim and feel good about the shot,know full well I am going to nail them and my gun falls apart.
I also have a dream where I am in a bad place and I cannot find my gun. Drives me crazy.

I used to have recurring dreams of facing a threat of some kind,usually a bear or human attacker.

when I would try to defend myself I would find my gun to be empty or only have one or two rounds in it.

to this day I have a phobia about unloaded guns.

In ancient times dream interpretation was taken very seriously, not something to be taken lightly. I'll study these more thoroughly and see what they mean.

I often have dreams where I'm essentially living out the role as the main character in an action movie, and everyone seems to acknowledge its not real.

So when we get into the inevitable gunfights I just point an empty gun at the bad guys and go the old schoolyard "bang! You're dead!" And the bad guys obligingly lay down (or possibly argue they "shot" first)

It's very strange, but it's been happening my whole life.

This is going to start off kind of gross- years ago i would use chewing tobacco and at times would fall asleep with some in my mouth- yeah , a gross habit made more gross by being so content that i could sleep like that .
In any case when i would dose off with tobacco in my mouth it would give me very vivid and often disturbing dreams. The most common theme of firearm related dreams i have relate to my gun just not working, no bullets or no trigger to pull (still have this dream from time to time). But throw a hearty dose of copenhagen on it would cause the feeling of terror to be much more real. One time i woke up drenched in sweat and shaken up from a simliar dream where my revolver (which i rarely carry) had no trigger and i was being shot at by several people that i know. Spooky.
So dont use chew and if you do, dont sleep with it.
Anyone else ever have that, or is it just me?

NIGHTLORD40K said:

Ya, but they're more nightmares really. Usually involving running out of ammo or getting an unclearable jam while the wolves are at the door.

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Yep, me too. Only I can never find the right kind of ammo for the gun I intend to use for killing whatever monster (usually Dracula) followed me home. For some reason, all the ammo in the drawer is .22LR, and that won't fit my Dracula gun.

Obturation said:

This is going to start off kind of gross- years ago i would use chewing tobacco and at times would fall asleep with some in my mouth- yeah , a gross habit made more gross by being so content that i could sleep like that .
In any case when i would dose off with tobacco in my mouth it would give me very vivid and often disturbing dreams. The most common theme of firearm related dreams i have relate to my gun just not working, no bullets or no trigger to pull (still have this dream from time to time). But throw a hearty dose of copenhagen on it would cause the feeling of terror to be much more real. One time i woke up drenched in sweat and shaken up from a simliar dream where my revolver (which i rarely carry) had no trigger and i was being shot at by several people that i know. Spooky.
So dont use chew and if you do, dont sleep with it.
Anyone else ever have that, or is it just me?

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I have heard that from people using the patch, so I believe it!

Obturation said:

So dont use chew and if you do, dont sleep with it.
Anyone else ever have that, or is it just me?

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Never did that, but I use to wake up craving a chew. Chewing was a really hard habit to break. I've heard it's harder to break than smoking. I still get the urge to buy a can of Cope when I'm in line at the grocery store once in a while, and I've been off it since 2001.

My two most frequently reoccurring are either black bears (which we have around here) or African lions (which we dont) around my house, me with my 12g pump and scurrying around trying to get away never able to take a shot.

I actually had one last night ironically. I was a security guard inside a enormous concert and a active shooter entered the scene but no one knew where he was. I'm not sure why the FBI and the DHS were there but I was collaborating with them. Several of their guys got killed, I never fired a shot and I woke up before a resolution.

Weird I was carrying my G26 EDC set up.

Have had a couple of gun related dreams though nothing very threatening or violent about them.

In one of my dreams I was backing up my brother who had gone to some Latino gang leader's house on some matter. My brother spoke totally in Spanish while he was there (something which he can do in real life), looking for some information for the CIA. Both of us were open carrying, him with a SIG P228 while I was armed with a nice blued Colt Government with ivory grips. Once he got the intel he wanted we left and drove somewhere else to meet with another contact and that's about when I woke up.

The other gun dreams I have I'm usually in some old gun shop just checking out what they have. One dream I had I'm in this deserted part of town and the only place that's open is a gun shop. The place was like wall to wall wood paneling everywhere and all the gun shop had for sale were Mosin Nagants. Must of had close to 30 of them lined up in a large gun cabinet, complete with slings and bayonets. Another time I dreamed I was in a gun shop finding a lot of old revolvers in a glass display case; mostly inexpensive top break models in .32 S&W and .38 S&W. Don't recall handling any of them, just window shopping.

I know I'll be crucified for this but I don't really care. Cautionary tale.

When I was 18 yo I moved out of my mom's house and into a small house a widow had built on her farm to rent out and help pay bills. I had all my guns in a safe up north due to working long hours and not being home often, and new to my location, I thought I could easily be ripped off so I decided to bring just one handgun with me for the time being. A Ruger sp101 that I kept under my pillow. I know THR. Not smart.

Anyways, I had a dream my new home was about to be robbed and my Ruger was either full or empty (remember it was a dream) so I tested it by pointing it at the ceiling and pulling the trigger (again, just a dream).The gun went bang and the intruders never broke in.

When I awoke, I went to put my gun behind the water heater in a hidin cubby before I headed to work and flipped open the cylinder and a primer had been punctured. I went into my bedroom and sure enough, there was a hole in my ceiling. Thank God no one was hurt.

What I learned; dreams are strange and lock boxes, and safes are necessary.