Last night I had a pretty wierd dream, just wondering if anyone had similar:
I was walking into a parking lot out to my truck. It is daylight. There is a car, with two good-for-nothings sitting in the front seats, windows down, smoking cigarettes and watching me intently as I near my truck. I see their ill intentions, and I'm already reaching for my keys to unlock my truck, thinking of where my pistols are and what to do when I get inside the cab. I'm only steps away and begin reaching for the door handle when the pair bolts from the car and towards me. I quickly get in the truck and reach down to lock the doors, but for some reason, the LOCK position is up on the switch, instead of down like normal. I see one thug on the passenger side, pulling on the door handle so I think to reach for my Beretta on my hip, except is isn't there! "Where the he!! did I put it?" The thug is in the passenger seat by now and its a standoff, no one moves, just stare. Now I remember where it is, I put it in my backpack so I wouldn't have it on my hip when I went inside the building. My revolver is in the glove box, I'll dive for it, pull it and make it a close range battle with the muzzle in his stomach. The thug seems to read my mind, while I flip open the glove box right in front of him, BUT THERE'S NO GUN! The second winner is on my side of the truck, but I jump out as I hear him yelling to his buddy "Dude! Pull out the firing pin!" Pull out the firing pin?? This guy has my revolver! I back up away from the truck as he pulls out the revolver....FROM MY GLOVE BOX :banghead: With one hand, he takes off the "firing pin" from the revolver and hands it to me with a smug look on his face. I snatch it from his paws and point it towards him and pull the trigger.......click...click.... The trigger moves, but the hammer just sits there, limp and disconnected from my life-saving Hydrashoks. The jerk just stands there and smirks, the other laughs and points. I try thumbing the hammer...but it just flips back, with no kind of forward springy power to be found. I try tossing the hammer forward to smash it on the bullet, but no contact I'm furious with this jerk for taking a part from my gun. I desperately want to beat him and take it back. He seems to read my mind again, reaches into his pocket and hands me the firing pin. The stands and smirks again. I feverishly try to install it, but things just don't go together. By now I'm frustrated but decide to turn tail into a nearby building. As it turns out, one of my bridesmaids was waiting for me in a barbie-pink colored dress, trying to get my dress all fitted up because the wedding was about to start.............
What the heck did I have for supper last night???
Anyway, I woke up this morning with a renewed sense of who knows what, but I got dressed and went to the range and told my husband about the dream this afternoon.
If a scenario like this should ever materialize, I hope that my thinking will still be as clear and that ALL MY WEAPONS WILL BE WHERE I THOUGHT THEY'D BE And if the little punks are as smart-attituded as they were in my dream, heaven help them....
I was walking into a parking lot out to my truck. It is daylight. There is a car, with two good-for-nothings sitting in the front seats, windows down, smoking cigarettes and watching me intently as I near my truck. I see their ill intentions, and I'm already reaching for my keys to unlock my truck, thinking of where my pistols are and what to do when I get inside the cab. I'm only steps away and begin reaching for the door handle when the pair bolts from the car and towards me. I quickly get in the truck and reach down to lock the doors, but for some reason, the LOCK position is up on the switch, instead of down like normal. I see one thug on the passenger side, pulling on the door handle so I think to reach for my Beretta on my hip, except is isn't there! "Where the he!! did I put it?" The thug is in the passenger seat by now and its a standoff, no one moves, just stare. Now I remember where it is, I put it in my backpack so I wouldn't have it on my hip when I went inside the building. My revolver is in the glove box, I'll dive for it, pull it and make it a close range battle with the muzzle in his stomach. The thug seems to read my mind, while I flip open the glove box right in front of him, BUT THERE'S NO GUN! The second winner is on my side of the truck, but I jump out as I hear him yelling to his buddy "Dude! Pull out the firing pin!" Pull out the firing pin?? This guy has my revolver! I back up away from the truck as he pulls out the revolver....FROM MY GLOVE BOX :banghead: With one hand, he takes off the "firing pin" from the revolver and hands it to me with a smug look on his face. I snatch it from his paws and point it towards him and pull the trigger.......click...click.... The trigger moves, but the hammer just sits there, limp and disconnected from my life-saving Hydrashoks. The jerk just stands there and smirks, the other laughs and points. I try thumbing the hammer...but it just flips back, with no kind of forward springy power to be found. I try tossing the hammer forward to smash it on the bullet, but no contact I'm furious with this jerk for taking a part from my gun. I desperately want to beat him and take it back. He seems to read my mind again, reaches into his pocket and hands me the firing pin. The stands and smirks again. I feverishly try to install it, but things just don't go together. By now I'm frustrated but decide to turn tail into a nearby building. As it turns out, one of my bridesmaids was waiting for me in a barbie-pink colored dress, trying to get my dress all fitted up because the wedding was about to start.............
What the heck did I have for supper last night???
Anyway, I woke up this morning with a renewed sense of who knows what, but I got dressed and went to the range and told my husband about the dream this afternoon.
If a scenario like this should ever materialize, I hope that my thinking will still be as clear and that ALL MY WEAPONS WILL BE WHERE I THOUGHT THEY'D BE And if the little punks are as smart-attituded as they were in my dream, heaven help them....