Posted: 8/4/2008 1:24:18 AM EDT
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i have no clue. I am tring to post the folloing in it own thread. wont work. WOW, just had a dream that I had a home invasion tonight. Realized I need to "ADJUST" somethings. OK WOW, what a dream. I have just barley woken up from a dream that was very real "feeling". Let me tell you about it. Remember its almost 2:30 am Arizona time, and I'm tired so forgive the grammar. So I am locking up the house as I go to lock the front door it comes flying in. There are 4 teen, to early 20's white guys. I am stunned, and my pistol is laying on a table 5 feet behind me. Wife and daughter are on there way up the stairs. I yell at the girls to get upstairs. So as I back up from the front door I grab it and chamber a round.(I keep it unchambered, since we have a 4 year old, and I am more comfortable that way.) Now I'm outside on the front lawn with these guys. I tell them to put there hands on there heads. While reaching for my cell phone. Its not in my pocket. Bad guy #1 pulls out his gun and points it at me. Tells me to drop my gun. I fire off a round, I miss. He shoots he misses. I noticed that he has a ported barrel as fire shoots through the holes in the top of the barrel. I shoot again hitting him in the left lung. he gos down for a minute, then hes back up. I shoot again and miss, I get a FTE, limp wrist? I cycle a round into the pistol. Fire again, hit him in the side of the neck. he is turned with his side to me. I am thinking he is down. I Shoot at the others. I get FTF, on the next round. At this point I remember something Tom Gresham has said on his show many times. If something will go wrong in a fight, it will. I am thinking what is up with this magazine? I need to throw it away if I get out of this alive. I only have the one mag, spares are in the truck and night stand upstairs. So I run back into the house, to get an AR-15 out of the safe. Not wanting to turn on the light I am fumbling with the dial. I realize I need a digital pad. I cant see the numbers and am going past them when I do see them. At this point I see a bad guy in a red jacket crawling past the window. So I am trying even more frantically to open the safe.I shoot at him, breaking the window. I end up giving up. So I run upstairs grab a shotgun, and reload my pistol with a new mag. Tell my wife who is writing in her journal to call the police. She is unfazed by the whole thing. I run back outside with pistol and shotgun. Police are there. s I tell them what happened, show them the bullet holes in the car side window, I guess one of us shot at the other through the Windows? The police are pulling roof tiles off the house(WTF ?). I as the officer in charge what he thinks about the whole thing, he says "off the record, a good shoot on your part". I ask him if he git all four guys, he says there was only 3 guys. I asked if he got the guy in the red jacket? He tells me now, so he lets me keep my pistol. I also think WOW I need to post this on ARFCOM. This place is in my dreams.  I wake up at that point. I realize I need to always have a spare mag at hand, not to go outside looking for trouble. My a digital lock for the safe. Run a few hundred rounds through each mag at the range to make sure they have 'ZERO" issues(per Tom). Well I am wiped out tired, i am going to bed again.
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