Getting everything prepped for the impending weather last night, I got to bed a tad late, since I wanted to take one more check of the weather forecast.
The dream was that all my guns (ALL) my guns were laying on the table, disassembled… And I’m wearing a pair of shorts…
And there is an announcer! Who says something to the effect that I have five, count em FIVE minutes to assemble a gun before the door gets kicked open!
And the banging starts at the front door…
As I start trying to figure out what I’ve got, the announcer says only ONE gun actually has all the parts there!
And the lights go out…
So I’m holding a flashlight in my mouf, frantically pawing through parts, when I realize I DO have four 1911s, so maybe I can get ‘one’ good one!
Then the announcer says I also have to RELOAD ammo for that gun (in the five minute window). As the banging increases!!!
The announcer says four minutes.
As I’m pawing through, I realize one 1911 frame is only missing a grip, so I grab a grip and quickly screw it on, deciding I’m going to do a 1911 one way or the other. The matching slide is missing the sights, and the barrel. I look and find a slide with sights, but from a different gun, and a barrel and recoil spring and guide rod. I quickly clear the slide and confirm the firing pin is there, and put the springs and other pieces back in. I throw the rest of the stuff into the slide, as the announcer says THREE minutes.
I look for the matching frame, only to realize it’s completely stripped to bare metal…
I sit them down and look at the reloading table, and it’s set up for .45! Yea!!! I walk over there, and crank out 8 rounds.
The announcer says two minutes.
I take the rounds back to the table, and look for a magazine, only to realize THEY are in pieces too… so I assemble one mag, and load it with 1 extra round.
The announcer says one minute. And in a rather snarky tone, reminds me only ONE gun can be completely assembled…
And the banging gets LOUDER.
So, I’ve got a slide from one gun, a frame from another, and a magazine from a third. But what the hell, it’s 1911 parts…
Slam the slide on the frame, throw the slide stop in, lock down the barrel bushing and slam the mag home, rack the pistol, drop the mag, add the extra round and the announcer says I cheated, so I turn around and shoot the frikkin announcer…
At that point I woke up… And it’s 0445…
And now I can’t get back to sleep…
sigh… Morning world!!! (COFFEEEEEE)…
Morning!
Enjoy the Frankenstorm. Call if you need.
and the rest of us would just have the “suddenly naked in front of the boss” dream…
At least your mind functions logically in sleep 😀
Pax
Sounds remarkably like the episode of Star Trek where Captain Kirk is working frantically on his bamboo cannon with its homemade black powder and diamond cannonballs to blow the Gorn away.
Always good to know you can keep your head in the game when the SHTF, even in a dread!
Been watching the weather too, headed for PA in about an hour, looks like it’s going to die before it hits there, only fairly light rain and moderate winds, I’ll take it.
Afraid all I can offer is encouragement from the middile of the country, but will keep all you folks in my prayers . . .
Now . . . . coffee?? Coffee??
MSgt- Went in, turned around and came home… Place is DESERTED! LOL
Pax- I sometimes wonder… 🙂
Bob- LOL
eia- Dunno WHERE my head was at… And THANKS!!!
Stay safe NFO! Holler if you need anything.
Keads- With Ambulance Driver here, just more food! 🙂 Thanks!
If Top Shot gets another season, this will be the challenge that determines who gets to wear the green shirts.
Your dream is telling you, “more revolvers”.
And I thought I had weird dreams…getting strange looks in the doctor’s office due to actually laughing out loud at the announcer’s demise! 🙂 Be well and safe…
My daughter said she had dreams of people breaking into her house all night long. Obviously we have become wary of the society we are surrounded by. With good reason.
At least they left you your shorts…
And the announcer probably thought he was safe (lol). Having a friend in for the storm guarantees you company to talk, drink and play cards with. Enjoy the impromptu time at home, be safe.
Lol…I had crazy dreams too last night. Nothing that cool, but odd and I was zip early as well.
I am cooking all kinds of goodies, so you and AD can head this way if you run out of food:)
And the banging on the door was Ed McMahon informing you that you won the Publishing Clearing House multi-million dollar contest. But he was shot before he could get it out which cancelled out your winning because there is a clause in the small printing that says you forfeit any winning if you shoot Ed. Sorry! Stay dry, my friend.
Hmm. Sounds to me like your Subconscious is telling you to only clean HALF your Guns at a Time, not all at once.
Plus, the possibility of Gun Confiscation, plus the MSM Crowing about it.
But you be fine if you just start dreaming about a knock at the Door, and there’s Marilyn Monroe AND Rita Hayworth standing there with a bottle of Jack, saying “Let’s Party!”
Let us know how THAT one turns out, okay?
At least you didn’t dream of eating a 90 pound marshmallow and wake up with a missing pillow…
I haven’t had a dream like that in quite awhile. No, wait; I’ve never had a dream quite like that.
Wow!
Tirno- LOL…
WSF- THEY were all dis-assembled too!
Scott- Tryin!
PH- True!!! 🙂
Joey- Yep, and eating as necessary 🙂
Agirl- Thanks! Hope it doesn’t come to that!
CP- LOL, THAT would be my luck!
Les- I never do, that was what was so strange… And if I get the other one? Well, I’ll be in my bunk!
LL- Ouch! And no, I’d ‘hope’ I’d wake up before that!
Rev- Yeah, that’s what “I” was saying… Most are just run of the mill nightmares…
If you’re not cheating your tactics suck! Just sayin’.
MM- Yeah, but how to you ‘cheat’ in a dream??? Oh never mind… 😀