Terrorist Attack, Wet Dream

            The anniversary of the 9/11 attacks has been on my mind. I dreamed that the old HS I used to work at was being attacked by Osprey riding terrorists. Somehow I managed to be ready for them with my hunting rifle. Unfortunately, like in most of my previous dreams, although I could shoot the aircraft (causing engine failure) I couldn’t actually shoot the terrorists, unless I shot them in the leg or butt. If I aimed for any head or torso shot the trigger wouldn't even pull.

            This was a big clue that I was dreaming, and I complained about it verbally in the dream, but otherwise the dream just kept moving right along and I kept shooting the invaders in their legs until I was out of ammunition. (Didn't help that I could only fire 5 rounds at a time without reloading. (No clip for the rifle, so 4 in the magazine and one in the chamber was all I got. I had two boxes of bullets, but didn't think I would get to shoot more than one reload, as soon as the terrorists figured out that I could only fire a few rounds at a time they would just rush my position. (I was in a planter overlooking the parking lot where the Osprey had landed.)

            I don’t know why I could shoot the other Osprey like aircraft and cause them to crash when I couldn’t shoot a person directly. I’m not sure how my brain is rationalizing that. Perhaps I figure it’s gravity that’s killing them rather than me, still, it doesn’t make any sense.

 

            The second dream of the morning was much nicer. N and I were having a little cuddle, pretty much a repeat of rather delightful past experiences.

 

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