Just Dreaming

1500's With Guns: (non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking on the outskirts of a town. I remember the town from another dream, only it is less colorful now due to the fact that the sun is going down. The town is at the bottom of a large hill, and was filled with buildings from the 1500's. Where my friend and I are walking was on the upper part of the hill- looking down onto the village. My friend was holding a 20 ga shot gun, and he had a .22 rifle strapped on his back for me. Both of the guns looked nefarious due to the fact that they were slightly rusted, but yet still maintaining enough shine to have the glow from the setting sun reflect off of them.

The dirt made loud crunching sounds while we walked. For some reason, I felt the need to keep looking at my feet. I glanced ahead and my friend was starting to move towards the town. I followed him, and took my .22 by its dirty green shoulder strap. I kept the butt of the gun tight in my shoulder.

I don't remember the sun setting, but by the time we were in the middle of the town, the sun had faded away to be replaced by the moon. There was a river the ran through the heart of the town. It's water flowed smoothly, and looked crystal clear. Due to the fact that we had made it into the town without harm, we decided to unload our weapons.

My .22 was a break barrel. To unload the gun, you have to literally pull down on the barrel of the gun. For some reason, when I pulled down on it, bullets came flying out. Most landed in the water to make *splunk* sounds, but some landed on the cobblestone streets with a *clink* sound. The sounds were loud enough to startle the public. I heard people running and yelling, get closer and closer to us. I noticed an old inn to the right of us. I pointed to it and we ran inside.