"I dreamed that I had a Mag-7. I chambered a round, then became concerned. I ejected a round, and saw that it was dimpled. A small divot, as if hit by a striker, was in the primer.
The rounds were more like over sized pistol rounds than shotshells.
In the same night, I dreamed that the frame of my Jericho had broken, and that I was hopelessly looking for a way to fix it"
"I dreamed that I was examining a most unusual Kalashnikov rifle. One half of its receiver was cut-out, through which I could see its internal mechanisms. The other half (right) had a kind of music box clamped onto it. The box and its clamping arms were painted glossy red. In white, on the side of the box, I saw a crescent and star which I identified in the dream as the flag of Malaysia. In the waking world, the Malaysian flag has a yellow crescent and star, while Turkey's is white and red. My dream star had six or seven points.
Through the aperture of the left side, I saw the rifle's mechanisms and the gears of the music box. The rifle's insides were those of a typical Kalashnikov. I did not see the trigger group. The music box was a mess of gears, and I do not know how music boxes work. It would not have been mechanically accurate.
I planned to fire the rifle, but I awoke. I can't remember the tune that played, but I remember that by firing the gun, I would changed the tune."
I also found a dream where I found the Fountain of Youth in the burnt ruins of Waco and I had a fight with head of the ATF.
It's multiple paragraphs long and the Feds will psychoanalyze me if I type all of it here.