Man, I hate these end-of-the-world dreams. They’re never as entertaining as you would think, and they can often be pretty terrifying.
First dream was that there was some sort of weird natural event occurring..sheets and sheets of lightning were coming down and just hitting everything. I remember thinking that retreating to my house would make no difference since houses were being blown apart left and right by lightning, and I wished I’d built a nice, simple, underground concrete box big enough to hold myself and a some supplies. At that point I woke up, groaned out loud because I knew I was in for a night of bad dreams, and just resigned myself to my fate.
Second dream was a bit more average… I can’t recall the gist of it, but I was huddled at the bottom of a stairwell in some dingy alleyway, hiding under some newspaper and cardboard, hoping to remain undiscovered by Bad Guys. Of course, such is not to be. I hear voices getting closer and closer, and a voice saying they should look over in my direction. Again, wake up.
What can you do but try not to eat spicy food before bed?
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On the other hand, you can always try and tilt the odds in your favor with more magazines.
Maybe you can just short circuit the whole process, and eat a teaspoon of MSG before bedtime…………….
That oughta work…
Yup. Same with me. MSG dreams are the most vivid and most intense.
A marketing genius you are…
was it that spicy, Asian chicken stuff?
Baked rigatoni
There is an intruder in the house, and I can’t figure out how to operate my firearm. Or the magazine keeps falling out. Or the trigger doesn’t function…
That’s how my version of it goes.
No matter how hard you squeeze, the trigger won’t move, or you tilt the gun and the bullet falls out the end…
My PA nightmares always seem to involve steeply rising pavement, like a freeway interchange, no idea why….
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My wife has dreams where needs a gun, has a gun and the resolve to use it, but just never has enough strength to pull the trigger. And it’s all in slow motion.
I’m always being chased, or I’m trying to get somewhere important fast but I can never run. My subconscious has apparently figured out that if I can’t run in my dreams, I can still hop or forward roll so I spend the entire nightmare jumping and rolling to get where I’m going.
My bad dreams typically follow stress in my real life. Spicy food before bed always gives me WEIRD dreams. I was once a conquistador riding a flying llama and there were dogs that made honey for an old woman who lived in a house built on top of a mountain of old candy wrappers.
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I always have the same dream, trying to pull the trigger and it doesn’t work. Out of ammo or can’t load the mag in time. Been happening for years.
You think all of your nightmares about self-defense are bad all I can say is “I live in the UK”
Well played.
Mines worse: I have to move my ammo and all I have is a fork lift , 5 guys and a Semi Truck-trailer. OH THE HUMANITY
But no one has a valid CDL?