Gun Dreams

It has been a while since I've had a dream about guns.

I was moving through the night in a leap frogging escape and evade kind of thing with two other people.

I realized eventually that the other two were women. We all had tactical vests and light packs.

The other two carried AR15s on single point slings. I was carrying my Saiga 12 gauge with the 30 round drum. I remember thinking that I was surprised it was not heavy. I must have been a younger, stronger version of me.

We were moving through an overgrown, ruin of a cemetery. Cemeteries and ruins always play in my dreams. We knew where we were going. We could hear voices in the woods of people that were outside the fence.

We entered a large mausoleum. Once inside we closed the door and it was complete darkness. We activated tac lights on the AR15s and went down a wide set of marble stairs that led to a vast shelter...

--Then I woke up. I guess I need a light on my AR.

KRISS

I really like pistol caliber carbines.

In recent years I have spent a lit of cash on them. Most notably, these three:

• Beretta Cx4 .40
• JR Carbine .45
• Roni Glock 21 .45

A friend emailed me this photo of the KRISS Carbine in action. He just shot one this weekend and stated that If I had tried one first I may have stopped there...

Sigh.

--I still want one.

Gun Dreams

Dust and Decay

I was on point. The Sky was steel gray. It would be dusk soon.

I carried my Cx4 Storm as we moved slowly through a ruined compound. The grass was hip high here as we approached the gothic staircase that swept up to the main entrance doors.

The double doors were wide open like a gaping maw. We slipped in silently. Two tactical lights switched on and swept the huge foyer. Leaves were blown and piled into the corners. Hundreds of broken chairs filled the foyer as if thrown from the balcony above. Blocking the hall completely. It allowed only one path to proceed.

I moved right up the stairs.

In the dim, I glanced back at her. Her face was turned toward the window. Obscured. Her AR-15 was at the ready.

I moved on. Up and to the left into a long hallway. Tall windows letting in enough light. Enough light to notice that the dust was thick and undisturbed on the floor. It made me relax a little. No one had been here in a long time.

Thunder rolled.

We found a large room as the rain began. It was very dry. A perfect place for the night.

--Thick undisturbed dust...

Gun Dreams

I was crouching in tall grass with my back against a tall marble tombstone. The cemetery was huge around us. I could smell burning in the distance. The quiet was so deep and my senses were so extended I could hear squirrels walking a hundred yards away.

I could feel the letters carved into the stone at my back, capital O and an L. I could feel the Glock 21s in each of my hands. I could tell they were model 21s by the feel of the grips. I could tell half the bullets were gone from the one in my right hand by its weight.

The woman that crouched in front of me at an AR-15. She was scanning in all directions in the twilight as she whispered, "I can see why you sleep in cemetaries. No one ever comes in here, the parimeter are surrounded by an eight foot high spike topped iron fence, and there is a lot of cover. Even shelter if you dont mind sleeping in a crypt."

"Shhhh..."

I could hear running footsteps. Even though they were almost 300 yards away. They were running through the street at the west end, not coming this way. She was watching them through the scope.

She whispered, "Sleep. I'll take the first watch."

--I slept...

Gun Dreams

The shit had hit the fan long ago.

The fires seemed to still be burning. I knew if I took off the mask the air would kill me.

I had to get somewhere, I didn't know where, but I was going. I had my Saiga 12 configured as close to Abomination as possible. It had a 30 round drum, a 40mm grenade launcher and a tactical light.

If something moved I would have shot it.

Nothing moved.

I was walking thinking about how good it was to have the right boots and the right sling.

I found a roll of black duct tape on top on a blue mail box that had been torn open.

I smiled inside my mask. Thinking how no one could tell I was smiling.

There was a cemetery entrance there. I walked into the darkness of it. It was very familiar. The sound of the cinders under my boots was the only sound.

Behind me someone whispered, "You always knew..."

--Smiling. But she couldn't see...