Tales from the sun chaser.

I go to my car and find out I'm missing my freaking weapon. In this dream, I have two cars. My current one, and this orange brand new Nissan Z. When I walk outside, the trunk is up and it's gone. I searched all over for it. My brother is asking me what does it look like, and I tell him what it looks like, and specifically say green.

http://world.guns.ru/userfiles/image.../aicw-2005.jpg

The rifle looked exactly like that. I have no idea why I had Australian weaponry with me, but I knew it was worth at least 1 or 2k. He's trying to chill me out, and I just can't do it. I have in my mind that the Russians have taken it. In my dream there was a DMZ border just south of my house, and it was occupied by Russians. Something was telling me that they stole it, so I was trying to figure out how I could talk to him about getting back. I was thinking about drawing the picture of it and waving it, and saying comrade.

I was still thinking about what was the exact rules of the boarder, and did they have a shoot on sight rule, or was there just a certain area people couldn't go to. My brother interrupts my thoughts, and he's like "i'll go out and get a loan and pay for it, in the meantime let's drink some cranberry vodka and it'll okay. I said "not until I find this freaking weapon". "I'm not going to be drinking any vodka". "If I don't find it, the only thing I'm going to do is die". Just then SP kicked in, and it felt like two warm hands wrapping around my throat. I quickly broke out of it, and assumed it was from the feeling of the covers wrapped close to my neck.