Dreams are useful, if you can remember the dream. I've worked out snags in story lines by really concentrating on the story as I fall asleep. I've always managed to sort things out. Dreams really are worth paying attention to - it may well be your subconscious trying to tell you something. That - or it was bad pizza...
The fail to fire firearm dream, is probably a Freudian place marker for impotence anxiety....take the condoms off your pistol barrels and you're good to go....my worst nightmare is that everyone here understands me perfectly....
Dream trigger always feels like an old rusty staple gun that will never quite fire. Dunno why we all seem to have some version or other of this dream. Chello's suggested reason not withstanding... I always have to drag out my primary pistol just to check that all's well when I wake. Too OCD not to.
Back when I was fat and unhealthy I had a dream that this BIG fella at work was sitting on my chest. I couldn't breathe, and my heart was pounding. I woke from the dream still shouting "GET OFF OF ME!" I found that I was not only really short of breath, but my heart was beating at a frantic rate, but not really beating, just fluttering. I managed to sit up and after a short, frightening time the normal beat of my heart resumed and I was able to breathe again. That weird dream may have saved my life. I haven't jumped out of bed and taken cover, or called for artillery in my sleep for years, but even after that stopped, I had a recurring dream about needing to hurry up and reenlist before I was put out to pasture by the Marine Corps. This kept up frequently until I'd been retired for almost 15 years.
Too much anti-histamine gives me weird dreams. Some drugs just hijack the brain. Doesnt matter if they are legal or not.
I have dreams most every morning just before waking up . Try as i may I cant remember them all but for the most part seem as though I'm seeing the world through some one else's eyes in a whole other part of the world . Last one I remember is being with a small group, hiding from some authorities with the help of mutual friends and jumping down a hole in a floor . I'm too old to be doing things like that, and the hole was way too small for me (In my present state) as I remember it.
Was being chased by BIG White Bears (Polar type) last nite.... I was on a Jet Ski, and man they were Fast in the Water.... Then I Woke UP, Whew.... They didn't get me....
Recurring nightmare... I witness a shooting and begin chasing the perp. Down the city street, I am gaining on him when he ducks into an alley. I approach, confident, firearm low and ready, round the corner and he sticks the barrel of the cheap assed .38 into my stomach and fires. Always wakes me up, always after Papa Murphy's pizza...
