Dreams Involving Firearms: Weird Wild Stuff

I sometime have a dream of being in a post apocalyptic world and fighting hand to hand combat, sometimes there are gun battles.
I guess most people would call these nightmares , but I don`t have nightmares.

Last night I dreamt that somebody was trying to convince me that .222 Remington was the cheapest and most effective SD cartridge known to man... No idea where that came from.

A long trigger pull that never seems to end. I think it happened after I got my first generation LCP. lol

Got divorced in the late '80s, and my now-ex took my modest collection (all my hunting rifles, a half-dozen revolvers and a few semi-automatics) to the local hock shop, along with a few power tools and the TV and VCR in my den. Even with threat of a lawsuit, I never got anything returned to me.

Flash forward many, many years. I have a recurrent dream in which I open an old cardboard box in the basement, and find my early '80 Browning Hi Power hiding in a folded up sweater. While I'm marveling over it, from upstairs comes the unmistakable sound of breaking glass followed by footsteps and muffled voices that don't belong in my normally silent house.

I drop the magazine, ensure it's full, tap and rack and move into a tactical position to pan the doorway (Disclaimer: I don't work for Uncle Sam in that capacity anymore and haven't for a very, very long time), the first tango moves into sight with a black rifle of some sort. I pan again, prepare to fire and my mag drops loose. Then it's as if I'm swimming through molasses while I try to retrieve the errant mag and then the tango is in an optimum position for me in the stairwell with his weapon leading in a way that lets me know he's a street punk but I still can't reload while he moves down towards me.

Then I wake up in a sweat. After I blink and assure myself it's the old dream again, I retrieve my EDC and can't help but doing a press check and mag tap. That dream is just marginally worse for me than the one where the hospital administrator approaches me and tell me I missed 1 credit in high school, thereby invalidating undergrad and med school and then I'm standing in the hallway facing a bank of lockers in a remarkable dream construct of my high school, circa 1978.

I gotta stop eating before bedtime...

Wow that's scary @Pat Riot ! Imagine if you had a real cat or something cat walking down your hallway before you woke up...

My brother used to sleep walk, worst he did was take a leak down the stairs when we were kids . I'm the opposite, my girlfriend says I sleep so still and quiet she needs to check if I'm still breathing sometimes lol. Unless I had drinks before bed and I'm on my back, than I may snore.

Bones741 said:

Wow that's scary @Pat Riot ! Imagine if you had a real cat or something cat walking down your hallway before you woke up...

My brother used to sleep walk, worst he did was take a leak down the stairs when we were kids . I'm the opposite, my girlfriend says I sleep so still and quiet she needs to check if I'm still breathing sometimes lol. Unless I had drinks before bed and I'm on my back, than I may snore.

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Interesting thought. I did have a cat. And that cat is was always bouncing around. I don’t recall seeing it when I awakened. He probably heard the shotgun rack and hid. Hahaha

Pat Riot said:

The sound of the slide racking woke me up.
I was standing in my bedroom, in my underwear, facing down the hall and I had my Mossberg 500 in my hands. A live round was in the chamber because I just racked it home.

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Very spooky. A friend of mine had a dream that he woke up to the sound of someone creeping down the hall toward his bedroom. He reached beside his bed and fetched his revolver. He laid it across his chest, pointing it toward the bedroom door. He said that the feel of the cold gun metal on his bare chest woke him. He decided to store his gun a few footsteps away from his bed after that.

I used to have a recurring dream that my partner and I were in a shootout with some BGs at a state park. every time I shot, the gunblast was very weak and the bullet was so slow that I could see it arc down to the ground about 20 feet in front of me. I was told that this was a sign of job-related anxiety. So I got a different job.

Any time that I have a dream about shooting a gun, it is always a frightening dream of me not being able to aim the gun at the thing that is threatening me. Then I get the feeling,( in my dream) that this maybe my time to die.
I can't explain why I am dreaming about my own death when I dream about guns.

I keep having dreams that are odd... Prohibition era Chicago is always the setting, and everybody wants tiny pistols, and I am hard at work designing and building stuff... usually for the various member or the cast of "the untouchables" and its always an argument of what is "right" a tipper, a slipper, or a gripper, which I have never heard before and doubt was ever a saying, but in my dreams that's the argument over a tipping revolver, a hand ejector (slips out the side) or a magazine fed pistol (in the grip). Crazy, but I love that thought. I keep telling everyone I was born about a century too late.