DWARREN123
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Not dreams but nightmares. Had them all the time when I was in the Army.
Have you ever had a dream in which you can't shoot?
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NineseveN
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These dreams are very common. Back when I fought competitively, I always had dreams where my punches felt "soft" and had little to no effect, or my kicks would miss, or my holds, counters and redirects would simply not work and end up with me flat on my face or back. Haven't had one of those since I stopped fighting.
As to the gun dreams, I don't really have any mechanical trouble with my firearms in my dreams; it's always about the shoot/no shoot thing with me. If I dream of a serious situation involving firearms, it's pretty much about my decision to act or not to during a felony, assault of myself or others etc...but the gun works when I choose to shoot. I usually end up shot in my dreams, and then placed in jail for some odd reason...at least until I can clear my name.
But yeah, these things are common, like was already mentioned, woman screaming in their dreams but no sound comes out or no one hears tem.
As to the gun dreams, I don't really have any mechanical trouble with my firearms in my dreams; it's always about the shoot/no shoot thing with me. If I dream of a serious situation involving firearms, it's pretty much about my decision to act or not to during a felony, assault of myself or others etc...but the gun works when I choose to shoot. I usually end up shot in my dreams, and then placed in jail for some odd reason...at least until I can clear my name.
But yeah, these things are common, like was already mentioned, woman screaming in their dreams but no sound comes out or no one hears tem.
It's a dream I get every so often ever since I was a kid. While the creature or person slowly coming to get me always changes, but the gun is always a snub nosed revolver (funny because I own and use mostly semi-autos) for some reason and it has a trigger pull of 1000lb. It always moves just slightly but not enough to make it fire. Ironically as I got older and actually learned the workings of a revolver I had more recent dreams where I'm trying to pull the hammer back first, looking for oil, and even trying to disassemble the thing, but still no luck.
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Dunno why, but I've never had these dreams. I very rarely remember my dreams anyhow, and it's exceedingly rare that they're coherent enough to mean much. About six months ago, though, I had one very vivid dream in which I was walking down a street at night, with someone I presume was my girlfriend, in the dream. As we walked down one of the side streets in town, three young thugs started to threaten us. They spread out and started to surround us, while making threats. One of them pulled a knife, and I remember feeling the sudden terrible realization that I would have to use my CCW to save both our lives. The dream ended right there, but that moment of awareness was so strong it took a few hours after I woke up for the fear/anxiety to go away completely. That was my vivid dream for the year.
Brad Johnson
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Wow, I just thought it was my nocturnal wierdness kicking in. Didn't realize this was so common.
Happens to me often enough that I remember it. I will be in a self-defense situation and try to pull the trigger. I will begin easy, then quickly stack up to the point that I can't pull the trigger any further rearward - almost like there is a big, soft rubber sponge behind the trigger with just enough mass to keep the sear from releasing.
I kinda look forward to the dreams where I'm flying Superman style or can move stuff with my mind. For some reason these dreams usually trigger a "lucid dreaming" phase for me. When this happens I want it to never end because I'm having soooooo much fun!
Brad
Happens to me often enough that I remember it. I will be in a self-defense situation and try to pull the trigger. I will begin easy, then quickly stack up to the point that I can't pull the trigger any further rearward - almost like there is a big, soft rubber sponge behind the trigger with just enough mass to keep the sear from releasing.
I kinda look forward to the dreams where I'm flying Superman style or can move stuff with my mind. For some reason these dreams usually trigger a "lucid dreaming" phase for me. When this happens I want it to never end because I'm having soooooo much fun!
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This is really common in my experience, too - my wife has them, my gunny uncles have them, I have them once in a while... etc.
Reminds us all why we should train - should be sure of our abilities, yes? Won't make the dreams go away, but comforting nonetheless.
Reminds us all why we should train - should be sure of our abilities, yes? Won't make the dreams go away, but comforting nonetheless.
Stevie-Ray
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(speechless terror)As your confidence grows in your abilities and your weapons, it seems, so does the positive outcome of your nightmares when it comes to having to shoot. My dreams used to be heavy triggers, squib loads, ineffective bullets, everyone a superman, etc. But, as was said, if I take a hit, it scares me but has pretty much the same effect. In the last several years it has been steadily, albeit slowly getting better. Of late it's been one or 2 shots, BG down.
I hope to God I don't get shot in my dreams now!
rero360
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I've had a few where its the same thing, group of bad guys surround me and start to attack me, I blast one and the cops show up and arrest me, I get out of jail and the town goes crazy, so I shoot my way to safety, usually with someone watching my 6.
had a real weird one a couple of weeks ago, I was a cop on beat walking around a house and a rottie jumps up at me, and as it stands up it turns into this bizarre weird half dog mutated creature. So I pull my pistol and unload into it, hitting it every time but to no effect. I run back to the cruiser and yelled into the mic about it and yelling for someone to get there with a rifle or shotgun, just something big to take the thing out. then I woke up.
sometimes I have dreams where I try to run and its like I'm hopping from foot to foot pausing on each foot all in slowmo.
but most of my gun dreams everything goes good and I'm enjoying myself
had a real weird one a couple of weeks ago, I was a cop on beat walking around a house and a rottie jumps up at me, and as it stands up it turns into this bizarre weird half dog mutated creature. So I pull my pistol and unload into it, hitting it every time but to no effect. I run back to the cruiser and yelled into the mic about it and yelling for someone to get there with a rifle or shotgun, just something big to take the thing out. then I woke up.
sometimes I have dreams where I try to run and its like I'm hopping from foot to foot pausing on each foot all in slowmo.
but most of my gun dreams everything goes good and I'm enjoying myself
No but I had a dream me and some buddies went to rescue a town from biker mutants and one of them wouldn't give me my gun.
Friend: "Hey man this is Austrailia, you can't just go around knocking off the populace andytime you feel like it."
Me: "Look dude, there are biker friggin' MUTANTS over that hill and they will be here on their bikes any second and I'd like to have options other than harsh language..."
He wouldn't give me back my revolver. Odd dream.
Friend: "Hey man this is Austrailia, you can't just go around knocking off the populace andytime you feel like it."
Me: "Look dude, there are biker friggin' MUTANTS over that hill and they will be here on their bikes any second and I'd like to have options other than harsh language..."
He wouldn't give me back my revolver. Odd dream.
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I had a dream about shooting an assailant the other night. Interestingly, as has been posted already, I have almost no power in my punches during dreaming.
hm
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I've twice had dreams where I had the wrong ammo...like I had more 22LR than I could ever need, but was holding a 9mm gun. Weird variation of the theme I guess.
Mortech
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Yeah I do , it always happens when I'm trying to bag that rampaging Tyrannusaurus Rex . I have the shot all lined up and then 'click' .
Yeah. And a lot of times the damn gun won't go off. I squeeze the trigger and nothing happens. I just keep pulling it over and over again. But when that stuff happens, I usually realize I'm dreaming. In my dreams, I know if I have to wonder whether I'm dreaming or not, it means I am. And then I go do whatever I want. If I'm in the middle of fighting- I walk out and let them shoot me, stab me, whatever, because I know I'm dreaming and I can't die in my dreams. I might not be superpowered, or really good at anything at all, but I'm invincible. When I recognize that I'm invincible, I destroy the bad guy or monster with my bare hands.
I've had dreams like these but they don't really bother me much.
I have two that do:
1. Dreams where you have something really heavy in your pocket and you can't take it out.
2. Dreams where someone is trying to tell you something profound but they're taking forever to spit it out and you eventually just wake up.
I have two that do:
1. Dreams where you have something really heavy in your pocket and you can't take it out.
2. Dreams where someone is trying to tell you something profound but they're taking forever to spit it out and you eventually just wake up.
280PLUS
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I haven't read the whole thread but just LAST NIGHT Charles Bronson was after me and I was shooting him with my snubbie no problem, I was putting the gun point blank in his face and shooting, I could see the bullet holes appearing BUT HE WOULD NOT DIE!! I was also feeling like the grip on the gun was too small and I couldn't hold it firmly, like I was fumbling with it to hold on and shoot. Then I woke up...
Same thing here. I can never get the trigger pulled to the point that the gun fires. For a while after waking up, I have fears that the same thing will happen when I'm awake. Unload gun...point in safe direction...dry fire to convince myself that I'm ok.
Thought I was the only one that had those kind of dreams.
BigFatKen
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I cannot say what I dreamed in the sixties. I did buy an Argentia Army .45 1911 in 1969 for $69.95 . It had a new sear but no hand finishing work. It had a monster of a trigger pull. I let my Nephew try it and the 18 year old kid tried it, and swiveled it traversing it throught the firing line. He told me it did not work after checking to see if the safty was off. This freaked me out as he was an Eagle Scout and knew better. He really thought it was non-functional.
I have this same dream as others. I always thought it tracked back to shooting this gun. I have not had it in many years.
the naked prophet
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I had a dream just last night that I shipwrecked onto this large island, where a crazy guy was sacrificing people and abusing women as some sort of a cult leader. Me and this other guy who was in my boat found these burned villages (like a New England fishing village, but full of burned mutilated bodies). We found some inhabited towns, with a few houses full of people still holding out, but the rest of the island was completely destroyed - the feeling I got from this island was "Ravenholm" (if you've played half-life 2, you know what that feeling is). We saw one of their sick ceremonies and then I decided to assassinate the leader. I waited in his house until he came in, but when he came in he turned into a very old man with very hairy arms. He had already drawn his gun by the time I thought to reach for mine, and he asked if I was planning to shoot him. I said naw, that gun is just for show cause it's so pretty. Then he asked if I was trying to take his place, and I was really confused until I realized that I was wearing shoulder-length gloves made of goatskin with the hair on the outside that made my arms look hairy like his.
I left. Then me and the guy I was with went into one of the last holdout houses to either think up an escape plan or an attack plan.
They came for us that night, and set the house on fire. I was armed only with my S&W Model 10 (and two speedloaders), but it was too dark, and they were too far away to get a good shot. Besides the house was on fire. They captured us (I put my S&W Model 10 into a smart carry) and I handed them my partially-burned holster, and explained that the gun had burned. Seemed to satisfy them.
They had this huge temple thing built for the guy. They were lining up the captured men, and the ones who didn't convert and make a sacrifice were sacrificed by the next convert. The captured women were in a cage behind the leader's pulpit. I decided that I would pretend to convert, then shoot the leader and however many bodyguards I could.
But before I got there (I was second in line) one of the bodyguards took me aside. You know those creepy people, like the ushers at a church where they're too friendly or a too-friendly salesman at a car dealership, where they touch you on the small of your back and make patronizing small talk? The bodyguard was like that. A thin guy, not beefy or muscular, he just looked like an usher. But he was touching all around my waist, not-so-discreetly frisking me for a gun. As he was doing this and talking to me (I didn't hear what he was saying) he was leading me out of the main room. As we were leaving, he finds my Model 10 in the smart carry. So we're walking out of the room with his hand on my crotch, and he leads me into a small coat-closet outside the main room, and the door closes behind me. He's still talking to me like he's trying to make a sale, and I can't draw my gun because his hand is on it. Just as I realize what he's doing, he draws a short sword and starts to stab me with it!
I block his right hand and he only manages to stab me about 1 inch into my sternum just below where my ribs come together, and with my other hand I pull out my Case folding knife, and I fillet his arm. I remember seeing the flesh peeled away from his arm. Then he starts punching me with his other hand and I'm still slicing away. He drops the knife, and picks it up with his other hand, and I then grab his wrist and start slashing at his throat. He quickly succombs to blood loss (but his blood looks very strangely watered-down). I cover him with a few coats, and hope nobody heard the scuffle. I step out, and there's the procession after the conclusion of the ceremony, with everybody cheering, him smiling and waving.
I draw my Model 10 and cock the hammer. I remember thinking "this is taking forever, somebody is going to see me and he's gonna get away before I can line up this shot" but it was slow motion, and I put one 135 grain Gold Dot into the bridge of his nose. After that slow motion, everything went super-fast. I shot two bodyguards so fast that I didn't hear separate shots. I reloaded with one of my two speedloaders as people were panicking all around me. I remember seeing the guy I was with, standing dazed with blood around his mouth, then lining up the sights on him.
Aaaaaaaand that's when my alarm clock went off.
Pretty freaky. I couldn't use my gun because the cult leader drew his first - then because it was too dark - then because the usher had his hand on it. All very logical reasons. Not that this has much to do with the thread, but it was interesting, and now that I've gotten it out of my system I can get on with my life.
I left. Then me and the guy I was with went into one of the last holdout houses to either think up an escape plan or an attack plan.
They came for us that night, and set the house on fire. I was armed only with my S&W Model 10 (and two speedloaders), but it was too dark, and they were too far away to get a good shot. Besides the house was on fire. They captured us (I put my S&W Model 10 into a smart carry) and I handed them my partially-burned holster, and explained that the gun had burned. Seemed to satisfy them.
They had this huge temple thing built for the guy. They were lining up the captured men, and the ones who didn't convert and make a sacrifice were sacrificed by the next convert. The captured women were in a cage behind the leader's pulpit. I decided that I would pretend to convert, then shoot the leader and however many bodyguards I could.
But before I got there (I was second in line) one of the bodyguards took me aside. You know those creepy people, like the ushers at a church where they're too friendly or a too-friendly salesman at a car dealership, where they touch you on the small of your back and make patronizing small talk? The bodyguard was like that. A thin guy, not beefy or muscular, he just looked like an usher. But he was touching all around my waist, not-so-discreetly frisking me for a gun. As he was doing this and talking to me (I didn't hear what he was saying) he was leading me out of the main room. As we were leaving, he finds my Model 10 in the smart carry. So we're walking out of the room with his hand on my crotch, and he leads me into a small coat-closet outside the main room, and the door closes behind me. He's still talking to me like he's trying to make a sale, and I can't draw my gun because his hand is on it. Just as I realize what he's doing, he draws a short sword and starts to stab me with it!
I block his right hand and he only manages to stab me about 1 inch into my sternum just below where my ribs come together, and with my other hand I pull out my Case folding knife, and I fillet his arm. I remember seeing the flesh peeled away from his arm. Then he starts punching me with his other hand and I'm still slicing away. He drops the knife, and picks it up with his other hand, and I then grab his wrist and start slashing at his throat. He quickly succombs to blood loss (but his blood looks very strangely watered-down). I cover him with a few coats, and hope nobody heard the scuffle. I step out, and there's the procession after the conclusion of the ceremony, with everybody cheering, him smiling and waving.
I draw my Model 10 and cock the hammer. I remember thinking "this is taking forever, somebody is going to see me and he's gonna get away before I can line up this shot" but it was slow motion, and I put one 135 grain Gold Dot into the bridge of his nose. After that slow motion, everything went super-fast. I shot two bodyguards so fast that I didn't hear separate shots. I reloaded with one of my two speedloaders as people were panicking all around me. I remember seeing the guy I was with, standing dazed with blood around his mouth, then lining up the sights on him.
Aaaaaaaand that's when my alarm clock went off.
Pretty freaky. I couldn't use my gun because the cult leader drew his first - then because it was too dark - then because the usher had his hand on it. All very logical reasons. Not that this has much to do with the thread, but it was interesting, and now that I've gotten it out of my system I can get on with my life.
I had a dream that I was in Sudan 1885 and had crept around a corner and had a bead on the Mahdi and two assistants. When I fired, my Ruger Blackhawk exploded in my hand, with the cylinder cracking in two pieces. When they looked up, I knew I was in trouble. Then I woke up.
Bwana John
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I dont have to worry about not being able to shoot in dreams, I have enough problems not being able to shoot while Im awake!
Usually happens about every 3rd practical pistol compitition
Usually happens about every 3rd practical pistol compitition
Yep
Repeating dreams
* Gun won't work, bullets bounce off, trigger won't work, gun jams
* Realization that I have my guns, usually a bunch of them in school and Im desperate trying to hide them from the school authorities (and I've been out of high school for 20 years)
other non gun dreams
* Force to go back in school as an adult because I forgot to complete some course when I was a teen ager
* Naked in Public
* Snakes. Friggin Snakes. nuf said.
I just rue the night where I dream Im in school in naked to retake some course, trying to hide my gun from authorites as Im trying to shoot an attacking snake, but the trigger is broken.
Repeating dreams
* Gun won't work, bullets bounce off, trigger won't work, gun jams
* Realization that I have my guns, usually a bunch of them in school and Im desperate trying to hide them from the school authorities (and I've been out of high school for 20 years)
other non gun dreams
* Force to go back in school as an adult because I forgot to complete some course when I was a teen ager
* Naked in Public
* Snakes. Friggin Snakes. nuf said.
I just rue the night where I dream Im in school in naked to retake some course, trying to hide my gun from authorites as Im trying to shoot an attacking snake, but the trigger is broken.
Q-Lock
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"the feeling I got from this island was "Ravenholm""
That alone is enough to make me wake up in a cold sweat! Those creatures are friggin scary man...best part of the game though.
That alone is enough to make me wake up in a cold sweat! Those creatures are friggin scary man...best part of the game though.
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