Ever have to defend yourself in dreams?

[Drthelongshot]

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I can never pull the trigger. Feels so, so heavy, and I feel very weak.

Drives me crazy.


Thats the same dream I have - badguy, monster, etc after me and I no matter how hard I squeeze the trigger, I can't do it. I get mad during the dream, and I have to run to save my life.:banghead:

 

[jakk280rem]

as i get older, i notice i don't remember my dreams the next morning very well. about a year ago, i had a doosy that woke me up in a sweat grabin for my nightstand gun, that remember to this day.

i was travelling for work, getting paid per diem. one flat rate for the whole day, and i could stay and eat anywhere i wanted, no reciepts. it was late, and i picked a motel at random. they had one room left on the second floor. ac was busted but it was only in the low 80's and cooling off so i slept with the window open. i dremped that i was in that motel room and three guys had just crawled in through the window. they were armed with axes, standing over me discussing who was getting the neck shot.

whoo boy, talking about awake in a hurry. still makes my skin crawl.

 

[Hardtarget]

Yes...and it NEVER works right! I cannot draw...or find the safety...or I'm S-S-L-O-O-W-W !!

My former bedroom had an east window...so the sun would be in my eyes (when the season and time was wrong) , so I couldn't see the BG or the gun sights!

Some times I'd wake up and my heart would be pounding! The dreams seemed so REAL! makes me almost feel silly

Hasn't happened for several years.

Mark

 

[Manco]

So true. I had a lot of dreams where I couldn't pull the trigger, had the wrong ammo, bullets had no or little effect, etc.
I started shooting a lot more and eventually I became the action hero in dreams rather than the victim, with the guns working properly and having the desired effect. It must be some sort of subconcious confidence issue.

It may well be a subconscious confidence issue for some of us, although it's awfully strange that I still dream of failure in school when I had always been a good student (past tense--I finished my college degree years ago, but all of my school nightmares are of high school). And why would I doubt that I could hit a target 6' away when I shot tight groups at 15 yards the first time I ever fired a handgun? My self-defense handgun has also never failed to fire thus far.

Maybe deep down inside I'm a pessimist who fears that Murphy's law is going to strike me down at the worst possible moment--that everything has worked out almost perfectly and I'm overdue for a failure of the worst kind. That's what I get for being so careful and "anally" prudent with everything I do. Maybe if I left my doors unlocked at night and jaywalked every so often, then I wouldn't have so many nightmares ...especially if I get killed as a result....

Then again, they're only dreams.

 

[Avenger29]

I don't read too much into the dreams, but I find that the gun dreams never go completely away. Mine have decreased some once I began shooting more frequently, but on that rare occasion...

I still have other whacked out dreams that bother me, of course. What I particularly hate are the "missed an important appointment" type dreams.

 

[navyretired 1]

My night-mares always seem to leave me cover in sweat and afraid without being able to know what I'm afraid of. I seldom remember a dream after awakeing.

 

[Tamren]

Before I owned any firearms, I had a disturbing dream about garroting a serial killer at my dads place with a rusty length of barb wire while a FBI lady distracted him. Kind of like the end of a bad horror movie.

The only dream I recall being armed in was when I had just bought my XD .45 and taking shinkendo. I was running through the liner from the 5th Element killing Doom monsters with the handgun while carrying a wakizashi in the other hand. The strange part was that the monsters would take 12 shots to kill no matter where I hit them, so I had to reload for each monster...

 

[Avenger29]

Before I owned any firearms, I had a disturbing dream about garroting a serial killer at my dads place with a rusty length of barb wire while a FBI lady distracted him. Kind of like the end of a bad horror movie.

Sounds like a good day to me...serial killer dies in a fitting way, get to impress the FBI lady (was she hot?)