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It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time!!!
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: Introspection Intersection
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I forgot to mention, too, that the gun has caused me a few scary nightmares (when I first got it). I once dreamt that it engaged and fired the bullet right at me. The bullet moved in slo-mo Matrix style and I woke up right before it hit. I swear, I almost wanted to empty the chamber and go bury it right then & there. However, I also dreamt once that I was walking down my staircase and as I approached the family room, I could hear & see gun brandishing thugs tying up my family and threatening to kill them. I pulled my gun out of the back of my jeans (no, seriously, aside from the movies & TV, who's keepin' it there? ) and I could feel myself fill with dread and panic wondering if I had the stones to fire it. Wondering if I'd miss. Wondering if I'd be fired at first. Wondering that if, even in self-defense, how would I live knowing I'd taken a life? As my dream/nightmare continued, somebody finally spotted me, raised their gun toward me and I fired. First. Me and my family's safety was the bottom line. I woke up sick to my stomach. I ask myself all of the questions that I asked myself in my nightmare in real life, so I'm sure that's why I dreamt it. Seriously, I think I need to just ditch my gun & go live in the Alps. HeidiOops! |
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