Monday, August 20, 2007
I’m not a card-carrying member of the NRA. But I have handled guns and I’ve even fired an M-16 during my ROTC training back in college. In my dream, I was trying to learn how to fire a sniper rifle. Why? I’ll get to that later.
The gun I was using was a cool li’l number because for some reason, the scope had a built-in flashlight feature. Anyway, I was in this room with a bunch of friends and relatives (?!?) and they told me to practice firing the sniper rifle. The room was circular measuring about 3 meters in diameter. The walls made of rough-hewn stone were lined with cabinets that had sunken overhead lighting. The effect of the room was Modern Medieval…sort of. I wondered then where I could aim the rifle in that small room…filled with a bunch of people. Hmmm…
It was then that I looked up and spied a shaft in the ceiling above me. It was a tall shaft that must be part of a spire. I decided then to use the top of the spire as target practice. The good news was that the rifle’s flashlight feature illuminated the spire quite nicely. That bad news was that every time I’d get a bead on my target I’d always get distracted…such as people make noise, talking to me or walking in front of me. After a couple of tries, I gave up on the spire and looked around the room for a new target. (Remember. It was filled with a bunch of people. Hmmm…)
It was then that I decided to use the lighting fixtures as my targets. I first aimed the ones to my left…then the ones to my right (Gesundheit!). But it was no use as the distractions continued. (It’s a wonder why nobody got shot in that dream.)
But finally, I got a bead on one of the lighting fixtures. I took careful aim…held my breath…squeezed the trigger and—wouldn’t you know it? The bullet jammed in the firing chamber. “Ah, @#$%^&*()-+=! it! I give up!”
Anyway, the reason why I was told to practice firing a rifle was that the place we lived in (which looked like a castle) was about to be invaded by this weird creature that was described as something like the Grendel from the epic poem “Beowulf” (coming to theaters in November 16, 2007!). I was given a book that was supposed to show what the creature looked like. Two odd things about the book: 1) the creature looked like a female mummy. 2) why was the book titled “Oz”?
As I was reading the book, I heard my nephew Gabriel in the balcony crying. But it wasn’t because of the gun or the creature. It was because he didn’t get the toy that he was promised…poor guy.
The gun I was using was a cool li’l number because for some reason, the scope had a built-in flashlight feature. Anyway, I was in this room with a bunch of friends and relatives (?!?) and they told me to practice firing the sniper rifle. The room was circular measuring about 3 meters in diameter. The walls made of rough-hewn stone were lined with cabinets that had sunken overhead lighting. The effect of the room was Modern Medieval…sort of. I wondered then where I could aim the rifle in that small room…filled with a bunch of people. Hmmm…
It was then that I looked up and spied a shaft in the ceiling above me. It was a tall shaft that must be part of a spire. I decided then to use the top of the spire as target practice. The good news was that the rifle’s flashlight feature illuminated the spire quite nicely. That bad news was that every time I’d get a bead on my target I’d always get distracted…such as people make noise, talking to me or walking in front of me. After a couple of tries, I gave up on the spire and looked around the room for a new target. (Remember. It was filled with a bunch of people. Hmmm…)
It was then that I decided to use the lighting fixtures as my targets. I first aimed the ones to my left…then the ones to my right (Gesundheit!). But it was no use as the distractions continued. (It’s a wonder why nobody got shot in that dream.)
But finally, I got a bead on one of the lighting fixtures. I took careful aim…held my breath…squeezed the trigger and—wouldn’t you know it? The bullet jammed in the firing chamber. “Ah, @#$%^&*()-+=! it! I give up!”
Anyway, the reason why I was told to practice firing a rifle was that the place we lived in (which looked like a castle) was about to be invaded by this weird creature that was described as something like the Grendel from the epic poem “Beowulf” (coming to theaters in November 16, 2007!). I was given a book that was supposed to show what the creature looked like. Two odd things about the book: 1) the creature looked like a female mummy. 2) why was the book titled “Oz”?
As I was reading the book, I heard my nephew Gabriel in the balcony crying. But it wasn’t because of the gun or the creature. It was because he didn’t get the toy that he was promised…poor guy.
