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My dream of armored pillows

I had a dream last night that has mostly faded from my mind except for a single scene. If I were to try to interpret that scene, I’d say it fell in line with the old standard of participating in a fight and not being able to throw a punch. It’s odd how often my dreams seem to encompass not being able to perform a particular motor skill. I’ve often found myself in situations where I must run but cannot. Or where I must hit the brakes in my car to avoid an accident but cannot find them. This dream seems to be the same but involving a rather interesting defense scenario.

For reasons I cannot recall, several people, myself included, were engaged in battle against a single man. He was a towering figure, much taller than us, and his chest was an impressive diameter to boot. As I moved closer, I realized he was wearing body armor which, in the wonders of dreamland, was simply a pillow stuffed under his shirt. Despite the real world futility of a pillow as protection from bullets, he was able to take shots to his center of mass (COM) and not be stopped.

It is roughly about this time that I realize I am holding a handgun. While most everything else about this dream is blurry, the gun details are quit distinct in my mind. I was holding a Para Ordnance PXT series handgun with a shiny stainless finish, a 3.5″ barrel, and their LDA trigger system. I remember pausing and staring down at it and wondering about the trigger.

Side note…

One might claim that I had read about, or at least looked at, a Para Ordnance before retiring to bed and that would explain the appearance in my dream. This is not true as I read nothing gun related whatsoever yesterday. Thus I’m quite confused as to why my mind chose that particular firearm. Perhaps I am supposed to buy one? I’m sure the girlfriend would understand my purchase if I told her that it appeared to me in a dream.
Back to the story…

Jerked from my momentary gun ogling, I emptied my first magazine COM as the attacker closed in. As you might have guessed, the “body armor” stopped these rounds from slowing him whatsoever. I switched tactics and took aim at the most vulnerable and unprotected area of his body, the forehead. As I fired the little .45, I watched 7 red holes appear in a tight group in the center of his forehead and yet, he did not appear to be affected by it. I stood there, horrified, as he turned toward me and started laughing.

I jerked awake, my body covered in goose pimples and my mind desperately trying to grasp where I was. The fog lifted a second or two later and I realized I was safe in my bed, and quickly fell back to sleep.

To be honest, this isn’t really that different than a lot of my dreams. Perhaps if I were to blog about my other dreams, I might actually get some readers.