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I thought of these kinds of dreams after I woke up this morning from another dream. In many ways, this dream had all the makings to be one of those dreams. In this dream, however, I was up to the task before me. And it felt good, if a little weird. (I mean, the task is so out of character for me.)
In this dream, I walked into an old tavern or saloon. As I walked through the door, I took in my surroundings. By the time I reached the table I had picked to sit at, I became aware that everyone in the tavern wanted me dead. In fact, they were prepared to kill me at any second. So I did what any self-respecting gunslinger (for apparently, that's exactly what I was) would do: I killed them first.
Just as I reached my table I drew my trusty guns (with an apparently endless supply of chambered rounds), and began firing in a measured and methodical pattern. Each shot hit its mark and fell its target on the spot. Few were able to respond in time before my bullet found a vital organ, and those who did missed.
I was amazed by the calm I felt during the entire experience, as though I was working entirely on automatic pilot the entire time. In many ways, the entire experience reminded me of Roland from Stephen King's Dark Tower series. In fact, i almost felt like I was Roland. (This is interesting because King often compared his gunslingers from that series to the Arthurian knights, with a high code of honor and ethics.)
This was a pleasantly surprising dream in that this is precisely the kind of dream set-up where I'd normally be ill-suited and ill-prepared for the task and I'd know that I'm about to die. So I felt a certain amount of triumph in the knowledge that I was perfectly capable of handling the situation.
I am a bit creeped out by the fact that the one thing I was capable of accomplishing is killing a room-full of people, though.



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