Gun Dreams

Usually, my firearm dreams incorporate me not being able to make my firearm function. In the last dream I had awhile back that I remember, the trigger guard was completely enclosed and solid.

One quite some time back had my carry piece ending up being made out of sponge or something.

I've read that having dreams like that is your subconscious telling you that you don't feel confident in your skill or comfortable with what you're carrying. I don't know if that's true or not, but I can tell you my own experience...
I HAVE been getting to the range more frequently, lately. I've been trying to make it at least once a weekend and I had a gun dream last night.

I was sitting on a patio or deck and reading a news article about some guy in ICU waiting for skin grafts from being super-glued to something as a prank. These two really tall punk teenage boys came out of some building or house and they were laughing and high fiving each other and I realized they were laughing about the guy in the hospital because they were the ones who put him there.

Then one pulled out this giant tube that looked like a toothpaste tube, but it was super glue. They started putting it on EVERYthing around and I felt some hit my arm...then over a fence, I saw a group of kids from my daughter's band walking up a path and those two punk kids started scheming to grab my daughter and super glue her to a wrought iron chaise lounge (like a beach chair).
I threw the newspaper down and yelled, "Like hell you will!!" and that's the first time they noticed me.

One sort of hung back a ways, but was yelling at me calling me names and the other one with the glue was coming at me and saying he was going to glue my eyes open and my mouth and nose shut so I'd "watch myself suffocate"...but not before watching them hurt my girl.

I kneed him in the crotch and before he had dropped all the way to his knees in front of me, I had my pistol drawn, safety off, and put a bullet in his forehead.

Never ever - EVER - had a dream like that before. I woke up feeling like I just ran ten miles full speed and was on the verge of a heart attack or something...covered in sweat and pissed off. I must have been gritting my teeth the whole time because they (and my jaw) hurt too.