/k/ nightmares

>at grandparents house
>they had a Murphy bed in their spare room that my sister would always get (fucking female previlige)
>I got the floor by the window
>sit up to look out window on foggy night
>see a dozen silhouettes slowly advancing to the house with aks at low ready
>grab my sisters arm to wake her and tell her to "hit it"
>she runs out of the room and I hear guns being loaded
>reach under murphy bed and grab my ar
>yell "REDS REDS REDS"
>spot lights turn on in the front yard and gunfire erupts from all around
>the dozen ak wielding commies drop

My sister told me the next morning that I actually did grab her arm and say hit it and then layed back down to sleep as I mumbled something like "better dead than red"

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>>33053627

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>be secret service
>escorting Trump
>Hear loud bang
>Trump is down
>it's happening
>firefight breaks out
>pull Trump behind the limo as cover
>its too late
>He's dead
>wake up crying
Wtf, I hate /pol/ now. That nightmare really fucked me up.

My dreams tend to be really fucked up. Less nightmare, more "this is what could happen if I gave up on my life".
>gf breaks up with me, tells me to go to hell
>family tells me I need to move out, but I have nowhere to go
>try to kill myself, but the only gun my dad keeps unlocked is the .22, and all the rounds are duds.
>I decide this is a sign, try to figure out what God wants of me
>"deus vault" enters my head, and I leave for Turkey
>after I go cape fear on a cargo truck across the border, I find a town under Isis control and I scalp every last one of them
>heart pounding, blood all over my face, I lose my right hand and most of the forearm to a grenade
>Syrian army rolls into town in time to see me stabbing someone with the bone protruding from my arm and screaming
>I wake up and have to check that I still have my arm
this was about a year ago, I only had it once.

>have a dream that I'm shooting bad guys
>bullets have no effect on them
>even hitting/stabbing them does nothing
>they just end up killing me

EVERY GOD DAMN TIME

>>33053325
>>33054254
I've been taking a psychology class for 3 weeks now and I think that qualifies me to say that it sounds like you two have some pretty serious confidence and self image issues that you need to work out.

bumpan for more green

>life

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>>33053971
Dude fuck I had a similar dream
>be me
>be Presidant Trump's SS
>be at rally
>The Donald is shitposting irl on stage
>good_shit.jpg
>something isn't right
>BANG
>Shot misses
>Mr. Presidant doesn't have time to obsorbe what just happened
>I rush forward to shield the Empror
>BANG
>Trump goes down
>holy fuck he is dead
>I artistically screech about killing globalist scum
>I wake up Frantically

Scariest dream I have had since I was a small child.

Every /k/ related dream I have, it usually goes a few different ways.

>Either i'm severally outnumbered with little to no ammo.
>the gun is broken and impossible to manipulate the weapon.
>the trigger pull is 100lbs. pulls all the way to the rear and never fires, no matter how hard I try.
>gun goes bang but the round is so slow it barely gets out of the barrel.

Every time I have one of these dreams I clean, dry fire and dump a few mags behind the house/my range to end my anxiety.

>>33055276
>walking down random city street with gf
>9mm under my coat
>nigger jumps out of dark corner
>draw, drop safety, shout "freeze nigger"
>click, no bang
>tap, rack, no bang
>he stabs her in the chest right in front of me
>tap, rack again, no bang
>hit him across the face with the gun
>he goes down, other nigger i didn't see stabs me in the back
>blackout, wake up

help

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All of my dreams have similar themes running through it.

>I am always in BOB gear
>I am always armed, but the weapon changes
>I am either running, directly engaged in some kind of conflict, or playing some kind of long game to get away from something
>I am always pursued, never ending pursuit from a faceless organisation, government, or individual
>most of the setting is either directly, or reminiscent of a warzone or long abandoned bombed out structure
>never in a vehicle, always on foot
>never in my home except for one
>the supernatural comes into play, controlled by my pursuers, on occasion
>I never succeed in anything other than running away
>there is never a time that I seem to dislike this world, there is never a time I am tired

Guess it is just my perfect vision of SHTF. Maybe it is more, kind of doubt it.

I have drempt of nothing different for two years now. I could almost make it a coherent book or some shit.

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>>33053325
>/k/ nightmares

This one had me fucked up for a day.

Had this dream a few days ago.

>riding small boat in a small river.
>start fishing
>catch a fish, makes a lot of splashing noises.
>notice movement on the banks.
>snakes pouring from the banks into the water.
>they're attracted to the splashing...
>boat gets bombarded with snakes from all sides.
>grab handgun and shoot the closer ones.
>out of ammo
>snakes overtake the boat.
>wake up with cold sweats.

Fuck snakes, those creepy fuckers.

>>33055566
That reminds me of Strelok's dream about getting overrun by the rats outside of Chernobyl.

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A few of mine:

>wake up and go to my PSA cardboard box to grab my AR
>it's turned into some classic M16A1 style with a really fucking weird space age sight on it
>the sight is a long half circle looking thing with a bunch of knobs on it
>turn one knob
>begin to lose touch with reality and become disassociated with myself
>transcend matter
>somehow dial the knob back
>all of the sudden I'm on mars, with a lawn chair and my space age M16, watching the earth
>it fucking explodes into four quadrants, slowly floating away from eachother

>stay up all night watching Sicario (important)
>have a dream that me and my dad live in this large farm house that's falling apart
>my dad tells me that he has hired 30 chefs for the house
>find out that the chefs are planning to kill him
>remember that I am a highly trained assassin that has the ability to stretch and contort my body in any way possible kind of like that nigga from the x-files
>slip inside a vent and slide in between the walls
>punch through the walls and kill the chefs in various creative ways
>also have the ability to turn into a pack of rats to devour their corpses
>chase the last one out into the cornfield
>take the form of a scarecrow and snap his neck when he passes by


>At Disney world for some reason
>decide to go into the Bruce Willis store to get a holster for some reason
>see a clear "no guns allowed" sign
>look down and realize I have my Glock 19 literally sticking out of my left pocket

>>33055566
das racis mane
#SnakeLivesMatter

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>>33055786
>fuggin chefs, man
>Bruce Willis store

That is some hilarious shit.

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>>33053971
Swear to fuck, hand on the bible i had a half way similar dream but way less linear
>be me
>working large, restaurant esque kitchen
>look out serving window like pic related
>see Trump talking to good ole GW
>go back to cooking bomb ass filet
>hear their conversation getting louder and more aggressive
>look up to see Bush flipping the fucking table their sitting at over yelling something about Trump being ignorant
>Trump's secret service grabs him and sprints down the long dining room to a fire exit
>look over the table to fellow chef and ask, "So how close was this food to being done."
>She replies, "Don't worry, we'll still cook it."

this is part 1 of 2

>>33055276
>gun goes bang but the round is so slow it barely gets out of the barrel.
I have a similar dream, but I'm usually going hand-to-hand with someone, and I can't swing my fists/knife/whatever blunt object is close at hand hard enough to do anything.

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>>33055898
>nod in understandment even though irl that conversation makes 0 sense
>suddenly i am in a suit with an american flag lapel pin on it
>realize, "oh shit i need to get to the president."
>sprint down hallway and look at team lead
>i realize i have no idea how to protect the president
>start standing like pic related
>everybody starts drawing weapons
>pat my chest and hips and feel no gun
>fuck
>secret service pulls out a bersa thunder, loads and cocks it and gives it to me.
>double fuck
>hear a rapid popping behind me
>turn to deal with threat
>tfw it's that fucking chef i talked to
>she starts shooting at me while yelling, "COOK THIS BITCH"
>feel a hard pressure on my chest and fall on the ground

after that I woke up and felt really confused.

>>33055794
Same guy here.

what probably triggered the dream was a few weekends ago, I walked down to the pond behind my house.

>sit on the usual fishing log.
>notice something in my peripheral.
>look down to see a snake half trapped under the log.
>SHIT, jump up fast.
>it's swinging around like an out of control hose.
>biting wildly
>Shoot it my 22lr snakegun
>Say fuck it and walk back home.
On the way out I move a small branch leaning over the path.
>snake falls from limb, next to my foot.
>MOTHERFUCKER, almost have heart attack.
>shoot the snake.
>walk out of woods with a cottonmouth and a copperhead.

Sneaky fuckers m8.

It seems like anytime I watch this video, I have this dream that night - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f389hIxZAOc

>Be me except it's the early 1950's
>Be hired as security detail for a survey crew in Northern Canada.
>Rifle is either a sportered SMLE No. 1 Mk III or a sportered No. 4 Mk I I buy from a hardware store for $15. Buy 60 rounds of S&B 180 grain .303 Brit in modern boxes.
>Stop at an indian reserve and talk to the elders. They tell us bullshit stories about skinwalkers and other cryptids.
>Am out with survey crew. Rode horses to our location near a lake. Chainman goes off with the level rod; stands near the tree line.
>I'm hanging back with the survey chief who is taking a reading with the theodolite.
>Suddenly, something dark brown reaches out from the trees, grabs the chain man and pulls him screaming into the underbrush.
>Screaming stops.
>See dark form in trees. Shoulder rifle and send a round at it. It connects with the sound like someone hitting a rug on a clothesline.
>Form moves out into the light. It's something like if a moose, sasquatch and a grizzly bear had a love child. Has chain man's throat in its mouth. (He's dead.)
>NOPE.jpg
>Tell survey chief to book it back to the horses. I will be right behind him.
>Commence standing mad minute mag dump. Nine rounds connect center mass. The creature is unfazed. Not even bleeding.
>FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK!!
>Push two stripper clips down and mag dump again. Seven on center mass and I slowed down on the last few rounds for three head shots.
>Again, no damage. My brain tells me that if 20 rounds of 180 grain .303 didn't put it down, the last 10 rounds I'm carrying ain't gonna do shit. Throw rifle over shoulder and run for where the horses are.
>Survey chief is already mounted. I hop into the saddle and we both ride as hard as we can back to camp.
>Frantically start telling story to everyone. Adrenaline is so high that we didn't immediately notice the smell. Blood and fresh meat.

Why are so many people dreaming about being shitty secret service agents?

>>33056003

>Suddenly realize that some of the members of the camp aren't right. The wrong person is wearing someone else's clothes. Two guys have each other's voices.
>Remember what the old native dude said about skinwalkers and other cryptids.
>Survey chief and I are surrounded. Camp cook is giving us the crazy eyes with a meat cleaver in his hand.
>Unshoulder rifle and push down my last two stripper clips. Go to chamber a round but they're rim locked. No matter what I do, the bolt won't go forward.
>Look up to see there's no time left.
>Camp cook raises his cleaver and says, "Oh? Rim lock? I wouldn't worry about it Anon."

Wake up.

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>>33055566

>>33055786
I remember that first story

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>dream I'm on the HK sight
>Mk23 discontinued
>USP discontinued
>mfw

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>>33053325

>saunter over to my computer with Costco sized bottle of jackin' lube
>open up muh browser and fire up the Googler
>Search: e621
>site is gone

Wake up in a cold sweat, thankful it was all just a terrible nightmare.

It's one of those dreams with no logic what so ever so the greentext is gonna read like shit
>inna house with an unidentified person
>jumpcut, literally who is gone
>grab and rack shotgun, clearing house
>found literally who#2 in the closet
>it's a dude with long hair, probably a thief
>tell him to freeze
>closet fag decided to run for it
>AYY LMAO IMMA GO FOR DA MICROWAVE
>shoot him in the face
>shots do nothing
>jump cut, now there's a tiger in the yard
>a police officer came by and offered me his pistol
>it's a compact glock with subconsciously awkard ergonomics
>shoot tiger
>lol9mm
>cop tells me to check if the gun's loaded
>dream 9mm so underpowered he thought it didn't actually fire
>rack glock, live round flings into the yard
>shoot the ejected round before the thief can pick it up
>jumpcut, cop's belt dropped onto the ground
>"use my magazines brah"
>magdump, shots do nothing, it's still lol9mm
>lose patience, grab chinese dadao and decapitate tiger on the spot

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>watch black hawk down for the first time a few months ago
>like it
>a week or so goes by
>dream that i'm in Mogadishu
>i'm pinned down by somalis with AKs
>only have service pistol
>lol 9mm doesn't phase them
>grab dusty M16 off the ground, no clue how it got there
>only a few rounds in the mag
>look down sights and put a round in a somali on a roof
>he dies
>rifle jammed
>SPORTS.png
>rifle works
>dream ends

Really activated my almonds

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Just woke up.

Drempt of Generation Kill, but it was Vietnam instead. It was pretty cool. Every detail was translated to Nam.

It was a M715 gun truck instead of a humvee. Everyone was in OD. Captain America took AKs still, but complained that they were worse than the japs. Everyone complained about the C-rations, smoked like a motherfucker, and Person kept eating saved up Coffee instant, type I rather than rip fuel.

It was really cool.

>>33055951
>>33055794
>>33055786
What's with all the chefs?

>>33058083
G.I.s complain about everything because they are bored.

C-rations weren't bad unless you were some sort of gourmetfag. The fruit cocktail had actual fruit and the date nut roll was tasty. I even liked ham and limas, which were still issued in AF Basic in 1981. The early MREs weren't much of an improvement other than getting rid of the exasperating tin cans. Still have a P38 opener somewhere but the opener on stainless G.I. utility knifes of the period was much easier on your fingers.

Have some M715 pron as a reward for your dream:

http://www.m715zone.com/vb/showthread.php?t=4474

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>get inna fight inna dream
>my punches do absolutely nothing and I feel exhausted like my fists weigh 200 pounds

Wtf is this shit m8s

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>>33059710
tfw no hedgehog holding right wing gf

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>tall hat man comes into my room
>pull my CCW out from my night stand
>take aim
>gun melts in my hands
>wake up as its hands grab my face

>>33056960
Please tell me what e621 is so I don't have to google it myself and most likely get the fbi sent to my front asshole

>>33062403
Furry porn

Better than any r34 site

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>im a bodyguard I think, not really sure
>ruby rose is my protection detail
>shes mad at me over something, hate fucks me in a motel room and is very abusive
>dream switches over (I think I woke up and fell back asleep)
>dreams feel connected, still "feel" like im a bodyguard
>now im in a lecture hall, giving a report on a serial killer in the area
>marathoned some criminal minds the night before, might explain why Mandy Patinkin was there
>about to go on a raid to arrest the killer when I wake up
>tfw I got blue balled into any shooting in even my wildest dreams
>tfw I laid in bed for a haf hour sad my life isnt even 1/100th as interesting as that dream

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anyone ever experiment with lucid dreaming to fulfill their fantasies, /k/ related or other wise ?

>>33053325
>no ammo
This is nightmare fuel

>>33055456
Seems to me like your subconscious is telling you that a gun is no way to kill a nigger. We should start lynching them again.

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I got one
>Inna woods
>Buncha tents but they're empty
>its only me
>Big bonfire in the center of this circle of tents
>Im naked
>Dancing around the fire
>waving a S&W MP 40. which i dont even own
>All while doing this im yelling "40. S&W IS GREAAT FOR STARTING FIRES!!!!"
>Wake up
what does this mean /k/? I dont even like 40.

>>33062462

Yeah I had a lucid dream at Basic Training where I had my wife and a bunch of other hot chicks on their hands and knees in a line and I was jumping from one hole to the next.

I was in a mall that was going to be shot up by terrorists and I literally remember snapping my fingers and saying "Computer! Switch to Program Orgy!" like it was a fucking Star Trek holodeck.

>>33053325
>Guy breaks into house
>Pull gun
>depending on the gun it's either one of my steel guns or a polymer
>try to pull the trigger
>if the gun du nuit is polymer, trigger won't actuate, put so much force on it that I break the shit out of the gun
>if steel, try to pull trigger, DA pull is so long and heavy that i'm feet off target by the time I shoot
>guy stabs me in the liver and I bleed out
>wake up

I've had this dream at least fifty times over

>>33056023
maybe they want to serve their country but worry about not doing it well

>>33062403

e621.net is a furry porn site that is famous for their extremely specific tagging. Its real easy to use with minimal bullshit.

>>33054254

Same. Every goddamn time I try to use violence in a dream, whatever I'm fighting acts like I'm just shouting "bang!" at them.

>>33059362
If I told you, you would not believe me. What if I told you this entire thread was disinformation designed to acculturate you with gun related nightmares, and the example nightmare given to the writing team by the CIA used a Chef. These writers are unoriginal thus every dream written by shills has chefs in it. This subverts your natural confidence with something you have no defense against: your own imagination.

Nightmares, I only have one

>be me, doing indiscriminate dream things
>need to pull out/use pistol/revolver for whatever reason
>it jams
>I keep cycling/racking the slide and firing
>all rounds are light strikes
>nothing bad happens to me after, but it kills me inside
>makes me nervous every time I'm at the range

ALL BECAUSE SOME ASSHOLE SOLD ME A FUCKED UP GLOCK 23 FUCK YOU NIGGER.

Ive got a good nightmare
>Be me
>Killed in mass shooting
>Some chode tries to use my death to pass gun legislation
Shit keeps me up at night considering its a very real possibility

>>33053325
>laying on stomach in field of tall grass
>tree line mabye 50 yds or more in front of me
>large white steel barn behind me
>remember feeling scared and really tense, hard to breathe
>white pickup drives past the front of me, see the driver and one guy in the back with a rifle length AR (A2?)
>various guys patrolling about in full kit
>one guy walking towards me, I know he will see me
>wait until he is almost on top of me
>he turns toward the trees like bad AI in a videogame
>grapple him from behind and we both fall to the ground
>remember just hitting his head repeatedly as hard as I could
>take his rifle (also looks like an A2) and two mags from his chest
>somehow nobody saw or heard anything
>book it to the woods
>wake up

Never had a dream quite like it. Happened a few months ago. Now that I think on it again I think I know where it took place, which kind of scares me.

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>sitting in a foxhole, some sandbox
>my buddy's working through his last mag
>I'm already out
>there's no hope of extraction
>there are about five other guys in the hole
>we all fix bayonets, fuck getting captured
>we charge the enemy
>all buddies die
>legs heavy
>stand ten feet away from an enemy PKM
>I can't move
>look at the gunner, some 12 year old, and get chopped up
It's weird, normally my bayo dreams are good ones

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>>33067332
maybe that wouldn't happen if you lived in a European country with sensible gun laws

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>>33068225

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>>33057377
this shit is comedy gold

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Shared this one a few times before, but why not. It's the only time I've meme'd in my sleep.

>I'm on a Arma 3 Altis-ish island, but smaller. Relatively barren and dry.
>Ambiently aware that it's the happening, nature of happening is ill-defined
>I find myself about a half mile inland of a rocky cove in a stand of oak trees, only significant greenery nearby, mostly chaparral. I'm looking at a large but distinctly sloppy wooden building that looks somewhat like a stable.
>Think to myself how strange it is that the world's about to end in what I then suspect to be nuclear war, and that in the next few hours the odds were there'd be nothing left. People had prepared as best they could, I'd come all the way to this island, and the overwhelming likelihood was that it'd all be for nothing.
>fuckitivecomethisfar.wav
>as I approach the building I become aware that it's a /k/ompound. Literally a shelter built by /k/ for the coming happening. It seems as if I've always known this. Figure this is as good a company to spend the nuclear apocalypse with as any.
>Worry slightly that I won't be let in because I mostly lurk, shoulder my way in anyway.
>Building is a little nicer on the inside, basically an open structure separated into sections only by temporary wooden stands and chickenwire. Seems to be for the purpose of admission. Despite size the building is wall to wall with people talking ambiently, I can't hear most of them, but there are a few memes in there. Overhear "nugget" etc. Most carry slavshit.
>While trying to figure out where the line starts, overhear that /k/ has secured the formal support of Russia and an alliance has been made
>Wonder why Russia bothered, but shrug it off. Shit's going down, no one has anything left to loose.
>Get my shit sorted, now member of glorious apo/k/olypse crew, the last nuggetfest on Earth. Wander back outside to enjoy the last few hours of world before it gets fucked.
>mfw
cont

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>>33069531
>Wander awhile, come to the shore of the cove. Climb a steep hill and find sub pens in the next trough. Slightly surprised to see them, but at this point I'm willing to accept that /k/ has procured submarines; think it had something to do with Russia.
>I Work my way down the hill and come to a concrete platform overlooking the facility. I stand there and lean on the railing as a Los Angeles class submarine slips out from a tunnel bored from the water back into the island. Viewing angle isn't oblique enough to see further inside.
>Submarine slips half way down the channel silently, a few members of the crew still up on the conning tower.
>At about mid way the submarine begins to submerge and they board as well. As the last crewman enters and the hatch closes I feel a slight longing to go with them, knowing that in all likelihood they and other submarine crews will be the only ones left alive.
>Despite /k/'s involvement the environment seems completely serious. Feel a distinct wave of melancholy as the last of the masts slip beneath the water. It's gone, and another submarine follows. I watch a while, but I'm running out of time.
>Glance over my shoulder and suddenly realize Vladimir Putin is standing beside me, also leaning on the railing and watching the submarines.
>mfw
>Try to edge away a little without him noticing. Ultimately turn and start my trek back to the /k/ompound, hoping he never noticed me.
>Back on location I learn we have a few minutes. Glance about the oak trees one last time. On my way back inside to be assigned to a squad I see a groundsquirrel and wish it luck.
>For some reason, in spite of the slavshit, we're issued Haylol weapons. Complete with the screen crosshair and everything.
>I get a plasma rifle. "Graphics" on it are halo 1 tier in otherwise photogreal dream. This does not seem unusual.
>Discover I've been paired with Putin, become suddenly nervous.
>Cont

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>>33069544
>Head outside and the apocalypse is upon us. The sky is a dull orange, though there doesn't seem to be any actual nuclear activity.
>No, It's the fucking collectors. Mass Effect collectors.
>mfw
>Collectors are fucking everywhere and more are inbound on dropships.
>We're shooting at them haphazardly with Halo weapons but doing little damage. The ground troops, however, are perfectly killable and we prove a match for them.
>Putin and I remove collector together in awkward silence. Rest of /k/ similarly removes collector in typical /k/ does stuff manner.
>Suddenly I'm pinned behind a fallen log in a trench, a wave of collectors over the next berm.
>They're keeping my head down, but I have the sense that I can't stay there. Mutual survival absolutely depended on me getting out of there and helping for some reason.
>I won't be a coward, not now.
>Jump over the log and sprint for it, gunning down collectors from the hip. Get a few of them.
>suddenly, the deafening click.
>Plasma rifle is completely fucked, ambiently aware that it will never work again.
>fuckingcovenantshit.3ds
>Freeze in pure terror as the collectors stare me down. Feels perfectly real; I take a last look at the world and Squeeze the now-useless trigger one last time, then shut my eyes and prepare for the end, bricks and spaghetti everywhere.
>end doesn't come
>Open eyes slowly
>Plasma bolts everywhere as Putin guns down collectors
>he had my back
>what a fucking bro
>feel a little bad for avoiding him
>Wake up in hotel bed in absolute shock for thirty seconds, followed by substantial laughter as I realize I just had a dream involving fighting collectors with /k/ and Putin that felt fucking Apocalypse Now-tier tense.

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>be me
>innadream
>driving around town looking at garage sales
>stop at one house
>guy has a fuck ton of HKs
>wants $100 a piece
>no fuckin way
>leave to go to the atm
>on the way there it starts raining
>I hope that guy put the guns back in the house
>get back with the cash
>he comes outside
>see guns in the same place he left them
>they're rusted to shit
>parts falling off into dust
>coral all over
>looked like they've been sitting at the bottom of the ocean
>cry

>>33069557
I know this sounds like sloppy memeing, and I suppose it is, but I literally had this dream. Never seen anything like it before. I've had some cool-ass dreams since, maybe even more fun ones, but nothing I'd call even remotely similar.

I literally meme'd in my sleep.

>Obama gets elected president of NRA

Thats bout it

>>33054209
>deus vault
retard

>>33053325
>oper8an innadream
>be deployed via train to some building out in the snowy wilderness
>stack up into a column with other dream oper8ors, about to breach the front door
>before we can, some assholes runs out waving an SKS
>everyone looking around confused, nobody seems to know who this guy is
>unholster sidearm, tell him to drop his weapon
>he looks at me and shrugs
>shoot him in the chest
>look down at my pistol
>ugliest 1911 I've ever seen
>anodized aluminum frame, cobalt blue color
>trench sight
>back of slide is smoothed over like a Colt 1903
>get so angry about using such an abomination that I accidentally wake myself up

>>33062462
Sorta. From just last night a semi lucid dream

>be in my old house with who was apparently my girlfriend
>get her naked, fuck her all sorts of ways, mostly ass just because
>went to go leave the house but the dream flickered like if i did that i would wake up
>so i fuck her some more
>mom (who i don't recognize, i was in like somebody elses body) come in
>introduces the girl ive been fucking to me as my cousin
>lol because it's a dream
>go upstairs, fuck around.

>Some kid is there, maybe a little brother. I mention to him it was a dream.
>he gets quiet, then turns and starts walking out of the house
>i chase him, and the rest of the family is doing the same
>i feel like id be stuck in here if they succeeded in leaving the house
>so i force myself to wake up

tfw people can't handle how woke i am

This is a dream I had a while ago, I don't remember some of the shit leading up to it, but here it goes.

>inna-dream, at work
>work at a funny farm, particularly with the kids.
>in dream the hospital is a large complex instead of one hospital like irl
>wearing pseudo-SS uniform, don't remember the details
>there are more kids in dream than in real life
>I'm trying to organize the kid patients into a fighting force for some reason, might just be for shits
>have brief montage in dream of making them do pushups and army crawls
>try to make them build shit in open courtyard
>try to make them march in formation between buildings
>all of these fail miserably. Kids fall out of formation, hit each other, can't work together, can't do pushups
>justlikerealife.jpg
>dream ends with me looking over my army of committed kids
>they're in Roman legionnaire armor
>some of them are in shitty cardboard lorica segmentata
>one or two have AKs, one might have AR of some kind, most have crude melee weapons
>can't stand at attention, shouting at each other instead
>one might have tried to grab another patient-solder's genitals
>feel overwhelming disappointment at my attempt.

Woke up and went to work that morning, When I got on unit I just stared at the patients and audibly sighed.

This one is less /k/ and more /pol/, but I'll include it

>Got hella fucking sick right after the Iowa primaries where Cruz snuck out a victory
>I'm talking almost deadly fever, as soon as I'd eat something I'd throw it back up, couldn't even drink water without throwing it back up
>have weird fever dreams
>the most vivid one by far was I was at the primary, waiting for The Donald's victory speech like he was actually there
>I see big flashing CRUZes on the TV Screens, Cruz comes out cackling and rubbing his hands like Mr. fucking Burns
>Confetti starts flying everywhere
>The confetti is actually shredded up Trump ballots
>Meanwhile Cruz is doing his very best impression of Mr. Burns' laugh

Apparently I woke up running (as best as I could) around the house telling people to check the ballots and look at the confetti and croaking out "THEY'RE LYING TO US" before passing out on the sofa. I don't remember any of that last part though

I guess I had spent so much time hyping myself up, and I had alot at stake with that election

>>33053325

>inna dream
>on back deck
>suddenly, crocodiles
>have AR
>load a magazine
>aim at crocodiles
>arms are shaky
>pull trigger
>pull
>pull
>pull
>like a 30 pound trigger
>fire a shot at croc
>round bounces off his reptilian dome
>cross start to surround me
>wake up in a cold sweat

>>33066471

This

>>33067332

Truly terrifying

>>33053325
thats because hajis have a thinner bone structure than us so 5.56 just goes clean through them

>>33053325
I remember playing Batman Arkham Knight for the first time too.

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>>33053325
I loved Arkham Knight Scarecrow design

>>33054347
>I've been taking a psychology class for 3 weeks now
lmfao
I took Psych (short for Psychology, having said it so often I needed a shortened version for ease of use) for an entire semester and I think that qualifies me to say that it sounds like you're totally right. Something something projecting. Something something something adaptation-level phenomena.

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>be inna dream
>go to a chucky cheese looking cartoonish gun store
>"muh stopin power" sign in meme format in the window
>female turian manning the counter
>ask her something
>she gives me a funny look and points me to a revolving door decorated with revolvers
>dont even go through just teleport in
>its a gun themed sex shop
>look around, spot a 1911 fleshlight
>its just a fleshlight fused to 2 1911s on each side
>buy it and special lube for it
>get home ready to fuck it
>warm it up
>lube it up
>stick dick in
>dick is too short and thin and i cant feel anything
>instant self loathing and hatred beyond anything
>feel betrayed
>mfw the fleshlight got a southern accent and yelled at me for having a small dick
>mfw shes right in real life to

>>33066471
>try to stab someone/inflict kinetic damage in dream
>arm/weapon decelerates at a rate positively correlated with proximity to target

>try to use firearms
>look down, only have TT-30
(at this point I'm pretty sure I have PTSD from too many video games)
>can't rack slide, Russian paperweight

>try to scream
>muffled

>carried away from family home in middle of night

I'm sure that shit like this is why I check my pistols action/mag whenever I see it.

I don't dream these dreams anymore, btw.

>>33053325
>be in shit dream
>walking in park with family and Quebec Tango 3 dot 1-4 Golf Foxtrot who doesn't exist
>it gets dark real fast
>hear something
>nothing around but darkness
>zombies appear
>we try running
>they are faster
>tell family and QT to run
>get out CCW, rack slide
>shoot
>nothing.jpeg
>oh right, we can only legally carry blank guns
>become dead
>wake up
>"WAIT, I THOUGH I HAD A GUN!"
>"FUCKING EUROPE!"

I want to be american since that dream.

>>33055929
Are you me?
Self image man.

>walking down a street
>nigger wielding an African special AK greets me in a fake cheerful manner
>vaguely notice he's dressed like Macho Man Randy Savage
>wave and return greeting
>he laughs the laugh of the madman
>duck into unlocked building and fumble for the locks
>they feel flimsy as shit and the door is hanging poorly in the frame
>run deeper into the building, trying to keep noise down
>hear Macho nig start breaking through the door
>find myself behind an unsuspecting, ASK pattern armed gentleman of color
>Nothing on me
>Find brick, brain him and make off with his AK, seems to be a 74u, no dust cover, rust and tape everywhere
>Ah well, he had a mostly full mag
>Meanwhile Ramandy Savage has broken the door
>find myself in a firefight with eclectic looking Moon Crickets
>Rawandy Savage becomes the bane of my existence, actually using cover and trying to flank while I take careful shots at his less cautious brothers
>Duck to clear jam
>Get tackled from behind, lose shit-k
>Am now in hand to hand combat with a man dressed like Macho Man Randy Savage
>this goes poorly
>Wake up after he pulls a knife and buries it in my gut

It was a nice dream otherwise.

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>>33062428
tfw ruby rose will never hate fuck you, and develop strong feelings for your autistic ass

>dream I get in generic gunfight scenarios.
>limbs slow as fuck because I can feel the bed resisting them or my head resting on my arms
>Shoot bad guys
>gun ALWAYS becomes airgun whenever I shoot at them.
>end up running from unseen faceless or undefined force. Like some horrifying presence.
>people I can trust to protect me from people trying to kill me run away as I limp on like I'm waist high in quicksand.
>It catches me and I wake up.

>>33054209
Sounds fun

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>>33055480
Do it

>>33062680
It's a sign. You must get a 40. S&W

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>>33059362

>>33056025
This deserves a screencap

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This was a screncap I saved a while back of someone telling their nightmare.

>>33069531
>>33069544
>>33069557
>>33069569
Good stuff, Anon.

>>33053325

urban combat is scary, anon. I've been watching lots of liveleak videos from sandland and getting nightmares about it.

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>>33062462
I wish I had a lucid dream again. I've only had one when I was ten, and I wasted it on seeing if I could wake myself up

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>>33062680
You must learn how to start a fire with .40 S&W. Only then will you know its meaning

>>33065468
Build up your finger muscles and get a lighter trigger gun?

Not so much a nightmare as a recurring dream, I've had it for about the last 20 years every now and then.

>Be off in a foxhole, soft snow falling in a pine forest boxed in by icy fog
>im facing backwards, every now and then the fog shifts enough and I can see Stalingrad now free of the german occupation
>can barely see some of the trees when it closes in though, curled up with my mosin, not resting, waiting anxiously
>finally a shrill whistle cuts through the air behind us, and I, along with the rest of my squad begin making our way through the fog to hunt down the fleeing fascists
>All I can hear is the muffled crunch of our steps on the icy pine needles
>far behind us the boom of artillery being fired
>one of the shells hits amid my squad
>someone screams, we all scatter
>I slide down an embankment startling a german soldier who was hiding in a mild shelter of the ditch
>I take a shot, he takes a shot, we both miss
>my rifle doesn't fire the second shot and we both stab each other, I in his stomach with my bayonet, while he got my in the side of the chest
>My rifle finally fires, we both slump against a tree
>he bums a smoke I oblige, he offers a lighter and we both lay there in the falling snow the sounds of war slowly fading away as we chat our last
>he wanted to go to school and become a teacher but was drafted
>I was going to propose to my sweetheart the day the reich invaded and instead chose to fight for the fatherland
>we ponder the futility of war as everything fades to white
>wake up in my bed, wrapped up in blankets, still icy cold with a dull ache where I got stabbed in the dream.

Generally speaking I'll have this one about once every two years.

>>33073725
kek

this one was last night
>be innaurbanwoods
>kinda like that behind enemy lines movie
>me and 3 other buddies all in full woodland kit
>have to take an open back 5 ton with a mounted mk19 up to the next FOB, load it up, and then double back and distribute some shit to locals
>rolling through town, mk19 is forward and low ready if you will
>hear from buddy in the back "RPG 4OCLOCK HIGH"
>start MK19ing the shit out of where he vaguely pointed to
>RPG hits drivers side rear tandem
>molten metal incinerates rearbro
>truck flips perpendicular to the road, but at an angle
>me and driverbro get out, start seeing what the fuck is going on
>shifts from midday sun to night-vision tier dusk in about 2 seconds
>no NVGs
>fucking shit
>hide in this little auto body shop type deal, take potshots at guys coming our way
>kill a few before buddy gets shot in the hip, can't walk
>look out and see enemy APC/IFVs coming down the road
>he says to go, and take a smoke grenade, call air support
>at this point armor is fully in the town, BMPs and the like
>call a broken arrow, throw the smoke up in the armor column, tell them to hit the red smoke
>live long enough for them to confirm and for the smoke to fizzle
>get autocannoned
feels bad man

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>>33069544
>Halo weapons
Are you me? Can I have your dream? I've always wanted a working BR55 from Halo2

>>33069557
Should have brought an extra charge pack

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>>33069557
This whole thread is gold, can I get a screencap of this?

>>33070232
Wat.

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>Barely vivid dream, slowly advancing up a road somewhere with an AK in a Middle Eastern country
>Naturally assume I'm fighting with Kurds or as a PMC
>Figure up ahead jumps out with a Kalash
>One shot drops him
>Push up to his body
>Realize it's a child soldier, probably not a day over thirteen years old

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>>33055566
http://roomof1000snakes.tumblr.com/

>>33071063
Come to america, that is your life journey now, young /K/ommando in the making

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>>33073948
Do you believe in reincarnation? I think you were awesome.

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I've had this one a couple times
>'Nam
>1st Cavalry, Hendrix (sometimes CCR) plays while the chopper nears the LZ
>Get dropped off in a clearing in the jungle
>Our mission is to head over to a village and clear out VC and look for weapons
>Reach the village
>No hostiles, just old men, mamasans, and some little kids
>Search through some hootches
>Find nothing but a fuckhueg container of rice
>We take it out to the middle of the village and dump it out
>7.62 box and AK/Type 56 parts
>Search more
>Find nothing
>Interrogate some of the younger men and women
>They say they had no idea
>It's hot out
>The men are tired and on edge
>Old man quickly reaches into his pocket
>Men open up on him
>Everything goes to shit
>Kids are being shot, hootches are being burned, some women are even being raped
>All of a sudden the North Vietnamese Army rolls in and kills all of us

>>33074234
If reincarnation is a thing, I've done pretty good compared to last time I guess. I mean I think I was 17 in the dream and I'm 27 now.

>fell asleep watching Ian play with his rifles
>have a dream where im in a trench
>suddenly all alone everyones gone
>someone jumps over the top and is charging towards me with a bayonet
>I start backing up
>trip and fall
>rifles jammed
>suddenly wake up with semi sleep paralysis
>just laid there watching my arms try to pull the bolt back on an imaginary rifle
>this happens for about 10 second then they suddenly drop and go limp
>laid there feeling violated for the next 20 mins
also
>got first rifle a few weeks ago
>it hasn't left my side since when ever im in the house
>spoon it on a night
>half asleep with one arm over rifle one arm crossed over body on shoulder
>accidentally move fingers
>think someone touched me
>turn over and slam butt of rifle into wall
rifle was fine walls a bit dinged up

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>>33053325
I have the same fucking type of dreams.

>walking home alone at night
>thug comes at me from an alley
>pull my Glock 42 and mag dump him center mass
>thug staggers from the hits, starts bleeding from the wounds
>shrugs it off and keeps advancing on me with a scowl on his face
>as soon as his fist connects with my face, I wake up

This actually made me consider upgrading to a 9mm for carry.

>>33055786
>also have the ability to turn into a pack of rats to devour their corpses
>chase the last one out into the cornfield
>take the form of a scarecrow and snap his neck when he passes by

sounds like you play a lot of hitman and dishonored as well

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>>33074113
>link
I'm in a dark dorm room. It's recently stopped snowing outside, but the sky is gray and the snow is still thick on the roofs and roads. I tried going to class today; I thought the kidney stones were gone. They weren't. Now I'm thoroughly out of it on pain medication and just played whatever... this was while doubled over grabbing my stomach. I nearly died laughing. Is this real life?

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>>33075751
fuck wrong picture

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>>33074078
Feel dirty capping my own post, but you asked.

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>>33075932
Thaaaaaank you!

>>33073878
you can practice it and do it again. I did, it took a while but I can do it a few times a week now

>>33076344
How do I practice it?

>>33053325
Happened to me a few nights ago and I keep thinking about it.
> In full rig and riding in a humvee
> Going through an active conflict zone somewhere in the middle east
> Driver starts telling some shitty joke about his last deployment
> Couldn't really care less
> Driver says something about how we need to stop up here to link up with the other group
> Humvee slows to a halt and rests
> first one out
> The second my boots hit the ground
> Snaps and cracks of gunfire
> Close, At least a mile or closer
> Civi family running across the street
> There is a father, and a mother from what I can see and a kid
> Kid is falling behind a few feet, Couldn't be older than 8
> Explosion behind me right on other side of the humvee
> Followed by another explosion in the street where I was looking
> black out
> Wake up with a crushing weight against my lower back and legs
> It hurts so bad and I'm coughing up blood
> I come to a little more and look behind me as much as I can
> The fucking humvee is on top of my lower back and legs
> I know I'm already fucked
>Can feel my body shutting down
>It hurts so fucking bad I just want to die
> Look ahead where I see the other explosion
> Dust clears and I see at the side of the street the father and mother cut down by shrapnel
> The dad is practically in pieces strewn all over the building and street
> The kid is still behind
>He's crawling
> I wipe the dust from my eyes and now can see him more clear
> His legs are blown off, his tattered clothes are leaving trails of blood and cloth where he had been
> He is crying as he crawls
> But he still crawls to his mother and father now dead beyond comparison.
>Those few seconds seem to last forever
> Hear running from behind
> Can see sandles in front of my now darkening vision
> They pull me from the humvee cutting my body in half like soggy bread
> They shoot the kid and the last thing I feel is them laying my half body on my back and sinking a bayonet into my neck.

>>33076396
Not that anon, but most people seem to report success with dream journals and inception-like tells. Checking watches, etc. I've had one or two lucid dreams (and a few where I've had a lot of agency but wasn't aware I was dreaming) and have been thinking about trying to induce it, but I remember my dreams so rarely the idea of keeping a journal of whatever I can get seems almost pointless. Maybe it's worth a shot, but I haven't bothered

>>33076508
Cont.
> I wake up in the darkness of my room to a steering pain in my abdomen and can't feel my legs
> This pain lasts hours and it hurts so bad I think I'm gonna shit myself
> Have night terrors like this sometimes but never that bad
I know it didn't happen but I can't stop thinking about that little boy and his, everything sprinkled throughout the street.

>>33070958
My buddy in shrink classes said something similar to me when chatting about dreams. Usually they manifest as being in a fistfight or brawl of some kind and feeling like you are powerless to fight back.

>>33076396
there are a few different approaches. the two most common from what ive heard are
>lay on your back, very still when youre sleepy
>dont fall asleep
>DONT move at all, you'll feel tingles or your nose will get itchy, ect. this is your body "testing" to see if youre awake
>let these feeling pass, your body will start to go numb from your feet up to you head (sleep paralysis)
>you might hear or see things like shadow people, you eyes are playing tricks on you
>once youre completely numb you should be able to fall asleep and be aware youre dreaming
or
>set your alarm a few hours earlier then when you wake up
>wake up, walk around for like 30-60 minutes
>tell yourself youre going to lucid dream and focus on it
>go back to bed, you should recognize youre dreaming

I prefer the latter, I hated the feeling of sleep paralysis and couldnt get it to work for me so I did the other one. Also keep a dream journal and write down all your dreams and do reality checks through out the day. Pinch yourself and ask if youre dreaming. Just become self aware like that. It takes practice but if you stick with it you should see results

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>>33076536
I'm guessing you were in combat before? Have you seen action at all?

>>33074038
>burst FAMAS with scope

>>33053971
>wake up laughing

>>33054347
Elaborate please

>>33055276
>100 pound trigger pulls

This, every single time. Two fingers on the trigger, pull with everything I have before gun goes off.

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>>33078687
Completely different cartridge with Electronic sensors for bullet counting. It also has a choice with burst and single, with other models offering GL mounting, full auto, and compact design

One I used to have as a kid

>be out with family on a trip to the mall
>trying on clothes in department stores and that kind of stuff
>finish shopping, heading out to the car
>gunfire erupts in the parking lot
>Death Wish villain types with Uzis, TEC-9's, MAC-10's and MAC-11's wipe out my family
>go running between cars
>find dead guy with an SMG
>sometimes it's a cop, sometimes it's a baddie, SMG model changes too
>take his gun and a spare mag
>I must avenge my family
>start shooting baddies
>doing well, using cover and blasting bad guys
>running past panel van
>side door slides open
>some curly haired fuck with wraparound shades and a MAC-10 unloads into my gut
>wake up with a cold feeling in my abdomen

>>33065468
Came here to post something similar.

I've had at least a dozen dreams with the same theme:

>Carrying a handgun
>Need to shoot in self defense
>Impossibly heavy trigger, talking like 20 lbs
>Squeeze maybe one shot off every 10 seconds if I'm lucky

I'm not the only one who has this dream:

http://www.city-data.com/forum/unexplained-mysteries-paranormal/2222553-500-pound-trigger-pull-dream.html

https://www.reddit.com/r/Dreams/comments/3s9ghb/recurring_dream_if_not_being_able_to_pull_the/

http://www.defensivecarry.com/forum/off-topic-humor-discussion/37424-heavy-trigger-pull-during-slumber.html

http://www.xdtalk.com/threads/unable-to-fire-weapon-in-self-defence-dream.161636/

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>Moving through a low hanging gas cloud with squad
>Full NBC
>Can't see shit causes lenses keep fogging over
>Get seperated from squad
>Wander for like 5 minutes.
>Get shot in legs and a round rips off my mask filter
>Lay their slowly waiting for the gas to kill me.

>>33053971
>Dead fascist
>Nightmare
Sounds like a dream to me. Cheeto Tweetolini is lucky no one has put a bullet in him yet desu.

>>33055276
Holy shit this is me too. That goddamn unpullable trigger...

>>33053325
larping ptsd

fucking pathetic

>a us appeals court decides that the 2nd amendment doesn't apply to military-style guns

>Doing a perimeter check on my house
>in full m81 woodland with alice gear, and an A2.
>see a group of armed militants moving away from my house preparing to breach a neighbor
>run behind truck and yell "ENGAGE"
>raise the A2 which morphs into my 91/30 with my simmons scope attached
> fire into the group
>they return fire and miss
>i run back into my house chuckling as they start searching for me.

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>Cool light raindrops fall in my face, waking me from my daydream
>Find myself looking up into the fading light of a blue-gray sky
>I refocus and look ahead, we've been moving like this for days
>My horse's steps are rhythmic, hoof falls are silent on the rain soaked grass
>He's just as tired as I am, but we're both doing our best not to show it
>18 hours a day we've been on the road since the coup dethroned the royal family
>We're only one more day, maybe less from the border and escape
>I look around me, maybe 12 like me ride in a loose formation
>Mottled green cloaks with deep cowls covering chain hauberks and the longswords we wore before we fled
>There is a smaller figure on a pony in the center of the formation
>It's her, the reason we couldn't stay and fight... Die with our sworn brothers
>It's impossible to see beneath her cowl but I'm certain her green eyes are not as weary as ours
>We're riding through a valley in the highlands, the grass is a strange grayish green like modelling clay was wiped over it
>The hair on the back of my neck stands up as I realize the tactical vulnerability of this place
>I look up to the ridges on either side of our path and see them lined with black clad knights with spears, pikes, and lances.
>I cry out a warning, but hear nothing aside from the rain on my hood
>My small company springs into action, adopting a defensive formation and sprinting ahead
>There may be some chokepoint ahead or woods we can lose them in, we must escape, get her to safety
>her
>I look back and a gust of wind blows her hood to her shoulders, auburn hair billows out like a banner... like an inferno
>Suddenly the air if filled with whipping sounds and black shafted, raven feather fletched arrows bury themselves in the ground
>They bury themselves in my comrades
>The knights on the ridges charge down towards us, weapons ready, and faces obscured by identical basinets
(cont.)

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>>33089807
>Their black warhorses barrel down the hill, the thunder of hooves is all I hear
>What is left of my company wheel to face them
>Our lines clash, my soldiers impaled as they break through in some places, some draw our swords and fell an incoming knight
>Chain hoods, glistening in the rain rattle shimmer as my valiant royal guard stand fast
>Some of ours fall, but after the initial charge those still mounted fight resolutely
>The formation collapses into a melee as I swing my sword, knocking one of the knights from his horse
>Suddenly a spear plunges into my mount's shoulder and I pitch forward into the mud
>My eyes flash open and I spring up
>My hands are empty: my sword is gone
>I see one of their spears at my feet and pick it up
>Ahead of me, a particularly large knight is baring down with his lance's tip glinting menacingly with the last moments of failing light
>I brace the spear against the ground and point it at his chest
>Frantically I remember my mission and look around me to see the last few of my comrades being overwhelmed
>One thought dominates all others: where is she?
>She is all that matters
>She is not among the living and not among the dead. She is no longer in this desolate place.
>I smile as I feel the knight's breastplate crumple as he thrusts my spear into his heart and his lance drives through my temple

Pic related is not the girl, but similar

I always have dreams that for whatever reason I don't have enough strength to pull the trigger.

>>33053325
I posted this dream before, but whatever.

>2AM
>baby crying
>go to nursery
>yep, diaper's full
>get baby, turn towards changing table
>see old woman's face in window
>we're on the 2nd floor
>nope back to my room
>give baby to wife, tell her to watch out
>grab nightstand Glock 21 with suppressor, TLR-2 and 45 auto 230gr Ranger-T +p
>witch gonna learn now
>go to nursery
>window empty
>look outside
>she's in a bucket truck
>wat
>run down to front door
>she's about to drive away
>fire 4 rounds, stovepipe
>hit cab, break a window
>she gets away
>damn
>wake up
>quiet
>grab Glock 21 (it really has that stuff)
>go to nursery
>baby asleep
>window, front lawn clear
>go back to bed because I haven't had a full nights sleep in weeks

> need gun
> find gun
> gun is field stripped
> gun is missing firing pin

Every time

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For 6 months-ish, give or take a few days, I had a nightmare every. single. night. after deployment.

I died in every fucking one of them, usually to an IED or a sudden shot to the back. The moment anything like that happened though, the world would slow down.

I was unable to move yet I knew what was going to happen. I'd watch my legs get torn off, the bullet exit my chest, etc.

I was going to attempt suicide because it was so bad, but that's not how I ever wanted to go out.

So, I got over it, thanks to copious amounts of vodka.

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>>33091700

.cont

I had another dream a few times, but it wasn't as bad.

I'd find myself in a huge, black void surrounded by stars. I could walk but my feet made no noise. I'd look up and suddenly be surrounded by hundreds, if not thousands of dead bodies all standing stiff and looking at me.

Now, they had no fucking eyes and war wounds, but I knew they were looking at me.

There'd be no noise.

No wind.

Not anything.

Then I'd hear a little girl crying out for her baba.

I'd wake up and be inconsolable for the better part of a few hours. One of the perks to living alone, I guess.