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Another One Bites the Dust

For as long as I can remember I've had a reoccurring dream. I've had a gun that works very well. I can shoot it no problem. However somewhere along the way I am faced with a threat that I need to gun to help me. At that point there is always a problem. The gun becomes too heavy for me to aim, the trigger to hard to pull, etc. All saying the same thing. When I need to protect myself I am unable to do so. It changed for a little while when I was taking kung fu. Then my punches were ineffective.

Over the last 7 years I've worked on this problem and the dreams have come less often. A side benefit is that I haven't had a nightmare since. So last night while I dreamt I found myself with a gun again in my hand. Zombies were all around (guess my dreams keep up with the holidays) and we were loading people onto an elevator to get them out of the building. Every shot took out a zombie. Guess the problem is solved and it was fun to boot.

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