Shooting dreams, apparently
I'm very glad my dreams are not prophetic. Last night, I dreamed that we were robbed. We lived in a completely different apartment, but it was still ours. The thieves had apparently been there for a while and I even asked when they were going to leave without any of our stuff. They said they weren't leaving until we bought new Apple computers. I called the cops and was told they wouldn't be able to respond for an hour since it was Wednesday night (it was apparently wednesday night in the dream and that is apparently a very busy night for the police in my dreamland, so much so that they only respond to overly violent crime).
So then my roommates got home and I explained the situation to them. They suggested calling the police, so I explained the situation again. I decided to take an active position and attack the intruder/squatters. I went to get my pistol (I suddenly own a pistol) but they had found that. Damn. Now they had a gun. Well, I was determined so I grabbed a wooden bat and the roomies also armed themselves with make-shift clubs. However when I approached the room the bastards were in the guy with my pistol pointed it at me so I quickly closed the door. I ran back to the main living space and blocked the hall with a table. I hid around the corner and when the pistol-theif charged out and ran hip-first into the table a sawed-off shotgun flopped out of his jacket and onto the carpet. I dove for the shotgun (which I was suddenly aware was actually mine also), turned and fired it at the jerk. He took the blast in the chest and recovered returning fire horribly. I ran to the hall closet where I apparently keep all of my apparent gun paraphernalia, scooped up a handful of shotgun shells, reloaded, turned and shot the guy again. This time he flopped back, injured but not killed. Apparently, shot marked with a 50 on the primer only knock the wind out of people, leaving irritating burn marks. One of my roommates stepped on his wrist and removed the pistol and then we waited for the police to arrive. They did not get there before I woke up.
Interesting note, there were three intruders: one bald, black guy who took my gun(s), and two black women who were apparently his "bitches", one fat and the other skinny. They yelled at me when I first confronted them but otherwise just sat in our furniture doing nothing to help their side and waited for the situation to resolve itself. So my dreams also seem to be racist too. Great.
Well, this entry seems to be utterly useless, I hope it at least makes your friends page feel a bit more full thus somehow more eventful-seeming.
So then my roommates got home and I explained the situation to them. They suggested calling the police, so I explained the situation again. I decided to take an active position and attack the intruder/squatters. I went to get my pistol (I suddenly own a pistol) but they had found that. Damn. Now they had a gun. Well, I was determined so I grabbed a wooden bat and the roomies also armed themselves with make-shift clubs. However when I approached the room the bastards were in the guy with my pistol pointed it at me so I quickly closed the door. I ran back to the main living space and blocked the hall with a table. I hid around the corner and when the pistol-theif charged out and ran hip-first into the table a sawed-off shotgun flopped out of his jacket and onto the carpet. I dove for the shotgun (which I was suddenly aware was actually mine also), turned and fired it at the jerk. He took the blast in the chest and recovered returning fire horribly. I ran to the hall closet where I apparently keep all of my apparent gun paraphernalia, scooped up a handful of shotgun shells, reloaded, turned and shot the guy again. This time he flopped back, injured but not killed. Apparently, shot marked with a 50 on the primer only knock the wind out of people, leaving irritating burn marks. One of my roommates stepped on his wrist and removed the pistol and then we waited for the police to arrive. They did not get there before I woke up.
Interesting note, there were three intruders: one bald, black guy who took my gun(s), and two black women who were apparently his "bitches", one fat and the other skinny. They yelled at me when I first confronted them but otherwise just sat in our furniture doing nothing to help their side and waited for the situation to resolve itself. So my dreams also seem to be racist too. Great.
Well, this entry seems to be utterly useless, I hope it at least makes your friends page feel a bit more full thus somehow more eventful-seeming.