Like Darth, I thought I was the only one. In one dream I was shooting at my grandpa in his back yard with a snub nose revo of some sort. The gun fired at least six times but I didn't hit gramps with a single shot. It gets better, At that time I had never shot any type of revolver, let alone a snub nose. Also, I have no idea why I was shooting at my grandpa, I love him as much as a grandson could love his grandpa. I guess maybe I was mad at him that day or something.
Another dream I have often is that I'm standing around with some friends and another group, all males, spot us from the other side of the street. Immedietly I notice they don't want to be friendly, mostly because of the look on their faces and the speed at which they start aproaching me and the group I'm in. When they get about 10 ft. away they all start fumbling through their persons and, of course, I suspect they are pulling out weapons of some sort. I reach for my gun and draw smooth. I line up my shot like a pro. The group I'm with seem to just dissapear. I pull the trigger, nothin! Pull it again...nothin. Theres a couple interresting things about this dream too. First, I can't remember the last time I hung out with a group of people on the side of the street. Secondly, The guys coming after me never actually get to me, or at least I never remember what happens after my gun misfires.
I can't even tell you how frustrated I am when I wake up. Lol.
-Dev
Another dream I have often is that I'm standing around with some friends and another group, all males, spot us from the other side of the street. Immedietly I notice they don't want to be friendly, mostly because of the look on their faces and the speed at which they start aproaching me and the group I'm in. When they get about 10 ft. away they all start fumbling through their persons and, of course, I suspect they are pulling out weapons of some sort. I reach for my gun and draw smooth. I line up my shot like a pro. The group I'm with seem to just dissapear. I pull the trigger, nothin! Pull it again...nothin. Theres a couple interresting things about this dream too. First, I can't remember the last time I hung out with a group of people on the side of the street. Secondly, The guys coming after me never actually get to me, or at least I never remember what happens after my gun misfires.
I can't even tell you how frustrated I am when I wake up. Lol.
-Dev