Weirdest dream ever - just woke up

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I just woke up. I slept late because I had an infusion reaction to a medication last night (Remicade) and as a result I had to take a boat-load of Benadryl..... in retrospect, I'll bet the Benadryl had a lot to do with the strangeness of the dream.

Also, I think some of it was prompted by my cousin bringing up the topic of guns last night and for the first time ever, we literally spent hours talking about guns, something which I was a bit uncomfortable doing, but then again he brought it up and was interested in it.

Anyways, I dreamt that I joined the military, only the military was run by these talking heads in jars (just like from Futurama)..... and we were fighting bugs, just like from Starship Troopers (already pretty weird huh?).

All of their guns were rusted down and beaten up, so I requested somehow that I be allowed to bring my own guns and I did. I brought my Glock 22 and an AR-15.

Then the rest of the dream was literally me trying to get ammunition for my guns. I'd try to get .40SW handgun ammo, and instead I'd get .32ACP..... then I'd point out that it was wrong and I'd get .45ACP..... still wrong.... then 9mm..... nope..... finally I got .40SW, but it wasn't crimped right (or at all) so the bullet was able to just slide out, and all of the primers were missing.

I was annoyed, so I go to see who is in charge of this ammo mess..... and it turns out, it's my super liberal super anti brother. I ask him what the heck is going on and he tells me, "You don't really need ammo, or guns." and he hands me a stick.

So then I decide to try to make my own ammo and get on a reloading press, but all I can find is aluminum cases (like Blazer) for both handgun and rifle ammo.... and it's all been used! I'm thinking, "I can't reload this!"

around this point I am is attacked by giant bugs.... and one of them yells, "No more soup for you." (from Seinfeld I think?)

and that's all I remember. I woke up then.

Weird huh? :what:
 
That's not that weird...When you have a dream that your dead great-grandfather is sitting on your front porch swing, with a fishing pole, putting mustard on a hook and pulling rainbow trout out of your gravel driveway, give me a call.
 
I once dreamed I was the Grand Marshal of a huge parade in NYC. The first float was a GIANT 4 story cake. I spent the whole dream trying to make Hillary Clinton and Harry Bellafonte eat a piece of it.
 
in retrospect, I'll bet the Benadryl had a lot to do with the strangeness of the dream.

100% on. When I take it for allergies, I get nightmares/terrors--even at doses fit for a child. It is a SRI in addition to being an anti-histimine. The problem is it is (after 50+ years) the best anti-histimine hands down.

Needless to say, I don't sleep with or have weapons within close reach if I have to take it.
 
I always have my Remicade in the morning, two Benadryl 30 min beforehand and never an infusion reaction yet.
Benadryl puts me out like a light so I usually get the rest of the day off from work, and I get the "poor baby, do you need anything" from my wife all evening while I lay in bed half-conscious, posting on THR.
 
Back to the front, soldier!

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No soup for you is from Seinfeld
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Who may have borrowed it, loosely, from "Oliver"

I have had some weird ones, but I don't remember any that involved guns.
 
Got a bad sinus infection, and prolly had a fever dream last night; it was weird too. My ex and family were camping in my back yard, and I was serving them brunch. Cheese, I like your dream better.
 
100% on. When I take it for allergies, I get nightmares/terrors--even at doses fit for a child. It is a SRI in addition to being an anti-histimine. The problem is it is (after 50+ years) the best anti-histimine hands down.

Needless to say, I don't sleep with or have weapons within close reach if I have to take it.
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I had to take a narcotic pain medication after my vasectomy. I can't remember what it was, but it's a common one but not Oxycotin.

That stuff was flat out crazy. I have silly dreams but I was having dreams that I was sleeping and having silly dreams. I can handle single layer stupid dreams but when they start stacking up, it gets a little heavy.

My wife said that I would wake her up and say stupid things to her. I guess I woke her up and told her the silverware was in the shoebox in the closet like I was a spy or something. I was dead asleep the entire time, but I would carry on a goofy conversation. She'd ask me something simple and I would speak in code.

I quit taking it on the 3rd day when the hairs on my leg started to itch...
 
I once had a dream I was fighting in a war against a bunch of terrorist when we suddenly decided to stop shooting and play a quick game of soccer.
 
So this would be the "what caliber for nightmares" thread?
 
So this would be the "what caliber for nightmares" thread?
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The mods should merge it with the " I sleep with a loaded gun under the pillow" thread and we'd hear some AMAZING stories then I bet :)
 
While in college my father had a 2nd heart attack, and his heart medication was changed. 3 or 4 times in the last 10 years or so, my mother had commented that my dad would have these crazy dreams and would start acting goofy in bed in the middle of the night. Last week while home for the holiday's, I wake up in the middle of the night to my mother screaming at my Dad, and him blabing uninteligible stuff about the indian attack, Not knowing what is going on I jump out of bed and dash to see what is going on. I open the door and find: My Dad on his hands and knees and boxers, crouching next to the edge of the bed and occasionally pops up to "shoot" at the indians. Just after I get in there my mom finally manages to get him awake, and he then tells us all about his dream, where the indians attack from the spaceship, and his tank had been disabled, and he had to shoot things out with the indians.

Mom assures me that this was one of the tame dreams, some of them are even more bizzare. Not sure what the meds are, but I guess they are good.
 
I don't know if this counts, but they gave me some kind of IV when I got my wisdom teeth cut out. When we were leaving I remember walking out. The only thing is I was walking down a dark tunnel. I was walking like normal with no help. The next thing I remember was getting in my dad's car and waking up on the couch. Or so I thought.

It turns out I had a woman nurse on each side to help me walk to the car and I was taking really small, slow granny steps. Not to mention I was putting my head on the nurses shoulders telling them how much I loved them. I took forever to get me in the car and then we had to go get a prescription, then home. I don't remember that though.
 
I've had some screwball dreams. But I think they're run of the mill screwball dreams.

It's my wife I have to worry about. I woke up one night in a flash of white-light pain followed by stars whooshing by in my bedroom. As the pain subsided, I realized my wife was sitting over me with her fist back for another shot. She had NO IDEA the next morning.

She's kicked me too.

At first, I thought, "man, she's just getting me back for some crap I did a month ago." But after mentioning it around her mom, we learned nope, this has been something she's done since childhood. When she was 10 or 11, they once found her a half mile down the road ordering a milkshake from an oak tree. Sound asleep.

Fortunately, these instances have been very rare. Only two or three in 15+ years together.
 
My weird gun dreams are about hunting dinosaurs (the mean meateaters of course ) and my gun ALWAYS malfunctions when I need to make THE shot ...
 
The last time I was on any kind of pain meds, I woke up and was talking to my girlfriend about my odd dreams. Then I got up, did my morning routine, and went to work. My boss looks at my oddly when I walk in the door, and says, "Aren't you supposed to be at home? Where's your cast?" I look down, and see no cast on my leg. I get upset, and that's when I woke up. I have a conversation with my girlfriend, this time on the phone, about this weird dream, and she tells me, "Hey dippie, you are still dreaming!" and I wake up AGAIN.

I'm still trying to figure THAT one out.
 
So this would be the "what caliber for nightmares" thread?
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.88 magnum, no doubt;)

Had a very realistic one a few months ago. Went to visit my sister, and when I walked in, some guy was trying to rape her. I knew it was a dream, though, as

1) she would have dispatched BG herself with one of her 12 firearms (proud of my lil sis :D)

2) I had a 9mm (***?)

3) I only fired 3 times, very slowly, from the hip and left handed

4) I had a 9mm!:cuss:
 
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