Posted: 7/30/2006 3:29:09 PM EDT
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Has anyone else here dreamed about guns?, I've had some interesting ones 4 gun related ones come to mind: Dream 1: I'm standing on my front porch, and I see a large group of  I cycle the bolt, stand there for a second, and think that I'd better see were all those bullets went, I walk down the hall, look at the blood splattered bullet ridden wall, and nervously look at the other side of the wall, to my relief none of the bullets penetrated all 3 are still in the wall, so then I go back out to the living room look at the body in front of my TV, and think, oh shit how am I going to explain that coup de gras to the police (note in real life I wouldn't have done the coup de gras but this was a dream remember....), and I start wishing I hadn't have done that as I start running possible excuses through my head, then I think that I'd better go see where that round went, so I lift up his head to see a tiny 30 caliber hole with singed edges through the throw rug below (there was a curious total lack of blood from the head wound, none on his head, and none on the carpet....), indicated that the bullet had gone into the basement, then I started thinking that I hoped it didn't hit the washer dryer, or water heater, which were roughly directly below, but before I could check to see where it went, I thought that I'd better see if theirs any more of them, so I go back out to the porch just in time to see them rounding the corner again, they must have gone completely around the block, they were still walking calmly, I brought the rifle to my shoulder, but before I could fire, they threw another volley of molotov cocktails, these ones exploded on impact, and splashed me again, I wiped it off my face again getting the same kind of heart burn feeling as before, except this time it feels like some skin is going with it, but it feels kind of like that crusty stuff on the outside of a roasted marshmallow that's sliding off my face, my eyes sting to, but one again there doesn't appear to be any actual damage, so I shoulder my rifle, and fire the last shot into the crowd, one of them is hit, and goes down, I run back inside for another rifle....The dream starts to get fuzzy here.... ....I grab an Ishapore Number 1 Mark 3 wire wrapped Lee Enfield, and run back out to the porch.... Fuzzy again.... ....I run out of ammunition, and run back in for another rifle, I'm out of rifles with loaded magazines so I uncase my Yugoslavian M-59/66 SKS, a loaded ammunition pouch with 100 rounds of full metal jacket on 10 round stripper clips, and two stripper clips full of soft points, I load one of the strippers of soft points.... Fuzzy.... ....I run out of ammunition, and go back in for the other stripper clip of soft points.... Fuzzy again.... ....I run out of ammo, and run in for more ammo, I open the ammunition pouch, and take out a stripper clip.... It gets fuzzy again, but I return a number of times for more ammo.... ....I look down at the porch at the pile of empty 7.62x39 shell casings on the porch, and on the ground, and think I've been busy....  It gets fuzzy but the fight rages all day, there group gets smaller with each pass they make constantly slowly walking around the block occasionally throwing molotov cocktails, it's like my own private shooting gallery, finally the last of the group charges me, over runs my position, and the fight moves inside, eventually to the basement.... ....I'm hiding behind a box with the SKS, and the magazine pouch with the last couple of stripper clips in it, fighting a pop up gun battle with a couple of them who are hiding behind boxes on the other side of the room, they are now shooting back.... More fuzz.... ....There's only one left in the basement I fire my last couple of shots but miss, I'm now completely out of ammunition, the only ammo left in the house is maybe one round of 7.5mm Swiss for the K-31 that I think is rolling around on my computer desk somewhere, and I'm trying to remember where, and a box of 545 .22 Long Federal hollow Point ammunition for the M-69 that I have no confidence in at this point I cant get to any of it right now though, so I flip out the bayonet on the SKS, and charge him, I skewer him.... It's fuzzy here again, I get into hand to hand combat (with the bayonet....) with the rest of them, finally it's down to one, it's pitch black I cant even see my hand in front of my face, I know he's nearby, and I'm stabbing blindly into the dark, I think the fight moves outside at some point.... ....I think he's in front of me somewhere, I'm stabbing blindly into the dark, and keep hitting something hard, a wall, the side of the house I think, finally I hit something soft, I got him.... It's the next day it's fuzzy but I'm walking around looking at the aftermath, running the last day through my head, and generally admiring my handy work, at some point I get to the driveway, and look at the side of the house this must be where I fought the last guy because there's a body here, and a crater is worn into the brick wall from repeated bayonet strikes, then I see apparently in my head terrorists with AK-47's landing at the airport, and I just remember thinking that I've got allot of work to do,  and I come to the realization that the punks were working for the terrorists as some kind of first wave, and I wonder how many other groups that there were....Dream 2: This one is fuzzy but I'm sitting at home, and I remember that the Dunhams store is going out of business, and I wonder what they have on sale, so I go up there to look, unfortunately they are about wiped out but they have a couple of things they didn't have before one M-1941 Johnson, which I had to climb a ladder to get, it was sportorized though with a cut down barrel, and there was at least one M-1 Garand I looked at it, but the bore was completely smooth, with just a couple of inches of faint rifling visible near the center of the bore on one side, the rest were like 11 K-31's, and I think some other stuff, I asked how much, and the prices were insanely cheap, I don't recall how much but I worked out that I could either buy the 11 K-31's, and the other stuff, or the M1 Garand, at the time I didn't have a Garand, and really wanted one so it was a tough choice, I finally decide on the 11 K-31's, and the other stuff, but just as I started to fill out the stack of 4473's my alarm went off....  Dream 3: It's another fuzzy one, but I'm at K-Mart, at the gun counter, and I'm amazed to see that they have military surplus rifles now, not only that but 2 full counters of them, plus 2 end caps, some at least 2 deep, I start looking at everything some of it's pretty rare stuff, and some I haven't even seen before, and one of the things I noticed was SVT-40's, what was unusual though, was that they were at least 5 feet tall....  Dream 4: This is just a fuzzy fragment of a dream, something major has happened SHTF, but the feeling I got was more like TEOTWAWKI, it's unclear but I think that we were under attack by someone, and they were getting closer, I was in my living room arming my neighbors, I'm pulling guns, and ammo from a box I hand a rifle to each person, and some ammo to go with it, and I think I may have given them a brief description of how to use them, some rifles I had ammo for, and some I didn't, the ones that I didn't I said so, and set them aside, one of the ones that I said I didn't have ammo for that I remember looked really neat, then I woke up, and the first thing I did was go to my guns, because I wanted to fondle that neat one from my dream, then I remembered that it was a dream, and that I didn't actually have that one yet.... Furthermore I had never seen a rifle like that before, and just chalked it up to my imagination, a few months later though I'm going through my collection, and notice something I recognized but didn't notice before, it was a rifle that I had picked up a month, or two back it was an Ishapore Number 1 Mark 3 wire wrapped Lee Enfield.... it was the mystery rifle from my dream.... At the time of my dream I didn't have one, and had never heard of, or seen one before that I know of.... Another thing that struck me about that dream was how REAL that dream felt it was spooky.... I keep a couple of boxes of .303 British around now....Cue the X Files Theme.... |
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The only gun-related dream I've ever really had... I was standing around in my backyard, hanging out with a bunch of guys who had various .308 ARs. I didn't really know why I was there. I asked one guy if I could see his carbine. It had an EOTech mounted on it. I tried to sight in on an orange that was hanging off my orange tree, but every time I put the reticle over the orange, the reticle would move! It was like those damn popup ads that you try to close but then they go flying to the other side of the screen... so I gave the carbine back to the guy.It got pretty fuzzy then. I don't remember how, but I somehow ended up on the other side of the yard with a G36 in my hands. I started messing around with the folding stock when the receiver broke!  I was like "Oh shit, I just broke a G36". Then water started endlessly gushing out of the inside. Then I woke up.
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You've got some strange dreams. Only dream I ever had of shooting someone up was when I dreamt I was working at a stop-and-rob. Some dude came in, asked for a pack of smokes and I turned around to get them. When I turned back around towards the register, the guy asking for the smokes has a 12 gauge sawed off double barrelled shotgun stuck in my face. I hear "click" and see the hammers fall, but nothing. He turns away to run, and I draw a pistol of some type or another and let loose a full magazine and don't score a single hit on him. Guess this means I need to consider finding another part time job besides working at a gas station. 
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I always have firearm related nightmares, mainly related to legal problems. Like, there's a group of people on my property acting in a threatening manner with guns, and in my dream the only option is to use force to defend myself, but I wont because of perceived legal problems, worst dreams I've had in a long time . I hate dreams where I can't control what's going on.
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I have this same sort of thing. Mostly, I had to (ahem) make the firing noises with my mouth...like "bang!" or "psshoo! psshoo!" (whatever). Also, I fire and the bullets seem to vanish before they hit the target. There was a discussion in the Handgun Forum (maybe Carry Issues?) and quite a number admitted something similar. There were variations of this. Apparently, someone said (I don't remember their source) this indicates a certain level of training. You've progressed into an intermediate stage where you are skilled, but still lack total confidence in your abilities. Apparently it diminishes with more training/experience. Other skill levels produced slightly different effects. If this is in fact true, the men coming back from Iraqi hotspots probably don't have these dreams... |
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during the "New Civil War" somehow i ended up with my SKS instead of my AR15 which one of my buddies had, (dont ask why i would take my SKS over my AR ) and for some reason my buddy ben, who is 5'3" 140 pounds had the Remington 870 loaded with 3" slugs why did the smallest dude end up with the gun that kicked the most? and why did we go to his Grandmas house for banana bread during a Civil fucking War ? i also get the dreams where the gun doesnt work etc etc or i wake up dissapointed because i only dreamed about winning a shootout against a badguy |
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Your dreams mean that you are gay. Sorry, dude.  I rarely remember my dreams - but I do remember having a vivid dream that an alien ship (part of an invasion) fleet starting landing in my back yard, and as I grabbed an AR from my vast arsenal and prepared to arm my neighbors, I remember gleefully thinking "who's laughing now?" towards the liberals that always questioned my gun collecting. 
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I don't know if this is a dream or I made it up after I woke up or something but my only gun dream was more like a hollywood thing. I was walking down the streets when a friends mother, who was a cop at the time drove up next to me. We chatted for a moment then I went to my car. As I went to my car this guy came up behind me with a knife, I turned around, pulled a handgun from under my coat and unloaded the magazine in him, the officers who were still there unloaded into him, the vermin was still standing. I went to my trunk and pulled out a M-16 and unloaded that into him, the officers then went into my car's trunk pulled out a shotgun and a M-16 and unloaded them into him. Then I pulled out a .50 BMG and unloaded that into him, the friends mom was holding a minigun and so on and so on and so on. when it was all over I looked at the guy. I know he should have been human paste after all that but he looked like he was just hit by a shotgun, dream physics for you. Well after looking at his face I saw that he was this punk from highschool that harassed me (I still want him dead) and made highschool a place I hate. After seeing him face to face I pulled out my handgun (a glock actually) and unloaded a magazine into his face then walked off to reload my guns. For some reason when ever I think about that dream I get momentary happy. I'm still wondering what brough on that dream, so I can repeat it and have that dream again. |
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ive only had 2 that i remember. One was when i was being chased by some cajun hillbilly down in the bouyou. I shot him mutple times with my mossberg 500 at near pointblank range and he kept coming, but i eventually wounded him and he fled, only to come back later. And the other one was when some guy at school i knew tried to rob our house. I unloaded my Mini 14 on him. First i did a stupid gangsta syle pissed off kind of shots when i first burst in on him in my house but then i finally shoulder it for the last few shots. Then i wanted to call the police but my mom was there saying we shouldnt and just let it go. so i go outside and invesitagte the car he drove up in and found nothing but smoked blunts. Then i go inside and relize that can keep the glock 17 the guy used to try to rob us. |
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I had a dream about Zombies and Guns last night. When I woke up I tried to wake up my other half to tell him about it. He wasn't ready to get up. Now I've forgotten the whole thing. I usually remember my dreams. I wish I could remember this one. It must have been a fun dream because I woke up in a good mood. |
I've been having the same dream for about 2 weeks. I guess because I got a new gun and haven't had the time to go shoot it and I'm worrying that it won't work (which I know it will, but it's really a subconcious thing I guess.) And I sleep next to it now. Anyway, so I don't usually remember any dreams ever and I don't remember much of these excect I think they all involve someone breaking in and coming through my bedroom door when I grab the gun and try to fire but the gun is too big for my hands and the trigger is so big and heavy that it won't fire. I freak out for a bit and then I die I guess, because I usually wake up right after. I think I need to go to the range tomorrow to put my subconcious fears to rest. It's just very strange to have dreams I remember at all. But I usually only remember ones that happen more than once. It's kind of had me freaked out when I wake up and is compiling day by day. But it seems any gun dream I ever have, they don't work. |
That's not a dream, that really happened! Don't you remember?
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I've had that same thing happen for years!!!! the last time I had a gun dream I was able to fire and "hurt" where I pointed. 1st time I was able to. |
I iused to have this dream - FREQUENTLY. It started in my early 20s. When I hit about 30 or 31, I finally was able to shoot the grinning monster-man that was coming at me, and the gun actually worked (God Save me, it didn't fall apart in my hands right when I needed it) and the guy actually died! I woke up from the dream smiling. I haven't had the "gun won't work" dream since then. I think that it has something to do with your feelings of preparedness. |
| I'm in uniform but know I'm impersonating a soldier; I walk onto an Army base, and go to the motor pool where I check out an M-109 self-propelled howitzer. I drive the piece across a field and up to the top of a hill; several moments later, a Huey arrives, and eight guys with M-16s run out and establish a perimiter. Another Huey lands and I meet the people who get out; they bring a crate out of the chopper and open it up. It contains three artillery projectiles, which I know are tactical nukes. We proceed to lay the howitzer, pre-setting the cooridnates for three targets in different areas. The first round is fired, and we take cover from the blast. We lay the gun a second time, and again take cover as another mushroom cloud climbs into the sky. When the last shot is ready I pull the lanyard myself. After the blast we take a moment to look at the devastation along the horizon, then climb in the Hueys and fly away. |
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Mechanical things do not work properly in dreams. That is how you know you are dreaming. It is not just guns. It is also nearly impossible to read printed material in a dream. Try it next time you are dreaming. You will not be able to make out all the words and then when you go back and try to read the same line of print again it changes. What is interesting is that you can change the outcome of a dream. If you are aware that you are dreaming then you can change the plot. |
A sure cure for the "Gun falls apart" dream or the "Trigger won't pull" dream is to wake up and dry fire your pistol a few times. Make sure that you wake up first. After a few of these resurrance exercises you will start having dreams where you blow away your adversary. All this is on the condition that you are not infact gay. In which case you will continue to have those fucked up dreams. |
Wow, I've never heard of that before, but I guess it could be true. Previously to deployment, use of guns in my dream was usually hit or miss- often they would work ok in the beginning of the dream but by the end were totally useless. Since I've been back, I cant remember off the top of my head any time they havent worked. Anyway, my latest dream involved me getting shot in the head point at point blank range with a 1911. I fall to the ground looking at my own blood, and the guy drops the 1911 next to me and starts to walk off. At this point, I realize that I'm still alive, and not hurt at all, so I pick up the pistol and fire two shots into his back and one into the back of his head. The gun worked  Oddly enough I've never even fired a 1911. |
| I have had the 100 lb trigger pull on my AK dream multiple times. I am in combat in a fighting hole with a target in my sights. No matter if I use both hands, I cannot get the weapon to fire. I recently had the same dream, but the weapon functioned. It was right after I personally watched a man die. I have not had the dream again. |
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Ok , I'll play. Here goes. One night not long ago I started to think, what would I need and what would I do if ”Brain Sucking Zombies” attacked my House. I went to the safe to look at my meager collection of deeeefensive weaponry. Based on what I have at hand, available support personnel, and the lay of my neighborhood, here’s how the scenario played out in a dream I had, (after long hours of pondering these questions and some16yr. Scotch).  Zombie-in-chief decides he wants brains for dinner, and I’m on the menu (many may argue that the zombie will starve to death). He dispatches his minions, packed 6 deep in a lowered 92’ Caprice w/ 20’s, to my cul-d-sac. Ever vigil for zombies, I alert the troops for action. Now being that I’m “old school” I grab Wpn#1 (M1Garand w / 3 clips stagger loaded w/ AP/Willie Pete/AP etc…) on the way out the door. I make my way to the 42” oak tree at the corner of my yard just as the “BSZ” roll up in the driveway. Zombie SOP calls for high volume of un-aimed fire in general direction of target. I follow the “take your time in a hurry “ principle, and place 8 AP/WP rounds in the fuel cell of their cover/and concealment i.e. the car. Mr. William Peter does his work quickly, and completely engulfs said cover/concealment in flames. (The lesson here, just as in North ridge, is that cars are never as good for cover as you thought, after the SHTF) Meanwhile, the wife, taking Wpn#2 (M4orgery w/ combat load of mags (7)), has moved to the stonewall at far corner of the neighbors lot. She lays down a solid base of fire into flank of “BSZ”, which combined with 06’s, and the flames has destroyed this assault before it began. Now since everyone knows that “BSZ” are telepathic, we know reinforcements are on the way, so we retreat to the protection (debatable, see lesson above) of the house. Upon reaching the house, I lay down long-range fire with WPN # 3 (89’ M1A NM); this denies the “BSZ” the ability to form battle lines in a meaningful way. The wife also engages long-range targets w/ WPN#4 (Pre-ban 20” Colt HB shooting M855’s) At this point the 14yr old (son) has spotted the reinforcements coming round the corner some 500yds up the street at the stop sign/intersection. Now here’s where it gets fun, see, the 14 yr old starts to engage target/vehicle with Wpn#4 (MAG 58 LMG w/ 5 200 rd belts and a spare Bbl.) from corner of reinforced concrete garage. This turn of events has completely broken the attack, but there remains unfinished business. I have, by this time, placed myself in my attic sniper blind with WPN # 5 (Rem 700 PSS reworked to .300 WSM w/ 10x TascoSS-NSN/Navy) Knowing the area, I soon scope the TOC/CNC of Zombie-in-chief, located in a 3 story some 700m away. At this point I promptly place a 190gr SMK BTHP Match right between the running lights of said zombie. Game over! All that remains is to administer the coup de grace WPN #6&7 (1911 for me and G17 for the missus) to the shitheads in the driveway, and hose off the mess. Short of a battalion of 155’s w/ air burst or B52 Arc light raids I think I’ve done all I can do here. And then I woke up! |