The dream starts out with my saying goodnight to a friend of mine as she's about to drive off. There's boogie-woogie music coming from her radio and I tell her how glad I am to hear that kind of music is still alive. She tells me that of everything I've said that night, the fact that I was charmed by the music will be what she remembers most clearly.
She drives off and I turn around to head to my car when I see a man far off to my left who's sitting on a wall. My smile fades a little, but when I take my flashlight from my belt and click it on only to find that it dies almost immediately, I find myself quite worried. I continue to walk up a wooded hill when I suddenly see this guy approaching me and I know, in the way you just know things in dreams, that he's going to mug me. For some reason my response is to start stuttering violently and I'm unable to get any words out. I sound like I'm thoroughly mentally deficient and, ironically, I notice that he's talking the same way but stops when he hears me doing it. He's confused and when I see him start to come at me again I draw my weapon, which was my Kimber compact. This is odd to me since that's my back-up, but helpful, I suppose, since it is stainless and thus visible in the lowlight. He sees the gun, backs up and starts to run off. I watch him and he suddenly turns around to face me again.
At this point I don't hear anything but see a muzzle flash come from him and feel, against my chest, what could be a small, ice-cold waterballoon bursting. I feel cold streaks radiating from a small point in my chest and feel that my left arm is a little difficult to move but it doesn't occur to me that I've been shot. I realize I've been hit, mentally, and groggily take aim at the guy and miss with the first shot. The second shot takes him down but he's still shooting at me, so I take cover behind a tree. At this point I'm more aware of my having been shot and, just like in the movies, I touch my chest and look at my fingers as they come away bloody. Meanwhile, the guy is still shooting and I see bark flying around me and I feel another cold, cold streak across my left arm, plus I find that moving that arm is getting more difficult.
It's at this point that I think I should start running away and I start to make my way up the hill to where my car is. I can feel the weight of my left arm lolling at the end of my shoulder, though I can't feel the arm itself. As he's still shooting after me I duck behind a picnic table and look back at him. Even though it's night time I find that I can see him fairly clearly, some distance behind me, looking for me since, I assume, he didn't see me duck behind the table. I level my pistol with the bench and put his head right in front of the front sight, and I think to myself in the dream how glad I am that, despite the shorter grip-which I notice more when I shoot the weapon with my right hand instead of my left- I'm glad I have the Kimber with its clearer sights instead of my G.I. style 1911 with its teeny G.I. sights, which would be next to useless in the dim light. I steady myself, and the pistol, and squeeze off a round. I see the guy look in my direction just before his head bucks backward and he falls out of sight. I then sort of go limp at that point, exhausted and relieved that at least that part of the situation is over.
It was then that I woke up.
Just a couple of quick points.
I thought it was odd how I acted when he approached me and I behaved as though I wasn't right in the head. I suppose this was my way of putting him off guard, and it worked, to a degree.
The dream also sort of highlighted how nice visible sights are in low-light situations. Although, in the dream, I had the time to aim properly and use the sights.
Well, that's it.
Any thoughts? Anyone else with a dream they'd like to share?
S
She drives off and I turn around to head to my car when I see a man far off to my left who's sitting on a wall. My smile fades a little, but when I take my flashlight from my belt and click it on only to find that it dies almost immediately, I find myself quite worried. I continue to walk up a wooded hill when I suddenly see this guy approaching me and I know, in the way you just know things in dreams, that he's going to mug me. For some reason my response is to start stuttering violently and I'm unable to get any words out. I sound like I'm thoroughly mentally deficient and, ironically, I notice that he's talking the same way but stops when he hears me doing it. He's confused and when I see him start to come at me again I draw my weapon, which was my Kimber compact. This is odd to me since that's my back-up, but helpful, I suppose, since it is stainless and thus visible in the lowlight. He sees the gun, backs up and starts to run off. I watch him and he suddenly turns around to face me again.
At this point I don't hear anything but see a muzzle flash come from him and feel, against my chest, what could be a small, ice-cold waterballoon bursting. I feel cold streaks radiating from a small point in my chest and feel that my left arm is a little difficult to move but it doesn't occur to me that I've been shot. I realize I've been hit, mentally, and groggily take aim at the guy and miss with the first shot. The second shot takes him down but he's still shooting at me, so I take cover behind a tree. At this point I'm more aware of my having been shot and, just like in the movies, I touch my chest and look at my fingers as they come away bloody. Meanwhile, the guy is still shooting and I see bark flying around me and I feel another cold, cold streak across my left arm, plus I find that moving that arm is getting more difficult.
It's at this point that I think I should start running away and I start to make my way up the hill to where my car is. I can feel the weight of my left arm lolling at the end of my shoulder, though I can't feel the arm itself. As he's still shooting after me I duck behind a picnic table and look back at him. Even though it's night time I find that I can see him fairly clearly, some distance behind me, looking for me since, I assume, he didn't see me duck behind the table. I level my pistol with the bench and put his head right in front of the front sight, and I think to myself in the dream how glad I am that, despite the shorter grip-which I notice more when I shoot the weapon with my right hand instead of my left- I'm glad I have the Kimber with its clearer sights instead of my G.I. style 1911 with its teeny G.I. sights, which would be next to useless in the dim light. I steady myself, and the pistol, and squeeze off a round. I see the guy look in my direction just before his head bucks backward and he falls out of sight. I then sort of go limp at that point, exhausted and relieved that at least that part of the situation is over.
It was then that I woke up.
Just a couple of quick points.
I thought it was odd how I acted when he approached me and I behaved as though I wasn't right in the head. I suppose this was my way of putting him off guard, and it worked, to a degree.
The dream also sort of highlighted how nice visible sights are in low-light situations. Although, in the dream, I had the time to aim properly and use the sights.
Well, that's it.
Any thoughts? Anyone else with a dream they'd like to share?
S
