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In my dreams the gun always works,but I can never hit anything with it,no matter how close I am.
Now for a bizarre tale: I dreamed a few nights ago that I was woken by scratching at the front window,looked out and saw zombies.I gave my wife the bedside shotgun and went outside with my other shotgun and an AR-15. Now the zombies turned out to be three guys from my church,only now they were the living dead.
Coming around the corner of the house I took out their knees with #00 so they couldn't move,then walked up and executed the two closest. When I got to number three,laying there with no legs,he started screaming,"Don't shoot,man,it was a joke!We thought we would scare you,we're not zombies! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" He swiped his hand across his face,"See?It's just make-up!"
The nausea hit me when I realized I had killed two of my friends and crippled a third. I woke up and thought I was gonna hurl in the sheets. Freaky.
Following the horrible shooting,I often dream that I get shot after I run out of ammo,but it doesn't harm me or slow me down at all.Then I struggle with the bad guy/monster/whatever but neither one of us gets hurt or stopped.They seem to work the opposite way also. I've been shot in dreams, and realize after the initial fear and shock that it didn't really hurt that much. The bad guys then gets upset that I'm not dying and keep trying to shoot me.
Now for a bizarre tale: I dreamed a few nights ago that I was woken by scratching at the front window,looked out and saw zombies.I gave my wife the bedside shotgun and went outside with my other shotgun and an AR-15. Now the zombies turned out to be three guys from my church,only now they were the living dead.
Coming around the corner of the house I took out their knees with #00 so they couldn't move,then walked up and executed the two closest. When I got to number three,laying there with no legs,he started screaming,"Don't shoot,man,it was a joke!We thought we would scare you,we're not zombies! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" He swiped his hand across his face,"See?It's just make-up!"
The nausea hit me when I realized I had killed two of my friends and crippled a third. I woke up and thought I was gonna hurl in the sheets. Freaky.