I remember a few of my dreams every night. Some of them are rather imaginative, so I want to share the most notable ones.
I had a dream that I was at UC Berkeley’s indoor shooting range (which doesn’t exist). The entire place was as large as a Home Depot, and there were many workers reorganizing guns, ammunition, and whatnot. The owner gave me an entire tour and answered all my questions for some reason. His name was Greg.
I asked how he and the school made a profit off the shooting range, in which he explained something about exploiting third world country labor. I then asked him why everything was free. To my dismay, he said that it wasn’t, and that the practice targets and bullet rental amounted to somewhere around $5. This brightened up my day because I usually pay $25-30 at an actual range in Orange County.
The shooting range was cool because I wasn’t simply firing sidearms or 12-gauge shotguns. I was in line to fire a couple assault rifles, including the AK-47 and the Colt M4A1. However, something came up as I was holding the M4A1. The sights and the magazine came apart and I had to reassemble the weapon while fearing an accidental weapon discharge.
Later that day, I was watching some kids playing on the obstacle course. They were rappelling down a line and had to jump off and use an army knife to cut down and retrieve a package. It was fun watching the simulation.
Analysis: The owner reminded me of a tall, bald white guy whom I met at a lounge in the Orange District. I attribute the guns to FPSRussia on YouTube.