viewtifuljon

I've just moved in to college. I have a dorm room to myself that is very high up in an apartment building. For some reason, I'm really in to guns, as is my dad. In my room, I have a little porch that I can sit on with a chair, pool table, and a few other little things. It's shared with other people on my floor. I have 2 guns: a old repeating rifle, and a .22 caliber revolver. (I do not know anything about guns IRL, so I don't know if those terms make sense. It's just what I remember from the dream. I think I got them from video games) I leave to go do some things, and when I get back, the shiny silver revolver has been stolen. I ask around and the lunchlady (or janitor or something) says she might know who stole my gun. She hands me a picture with three ladies on it. They look like they're sitting on a park bench at night or something.

Someone suggests that I run this photograph through a computer so that it can identify the people for me. I know that this is nonsense. There's a few reverse image searches on the internet, but the probability that this random photograph (glossy, as if it was originally film) was posted on the web on a public site is basically nothing. But I run the picture through the computer anyway. I think it's hooked up to a police database or something. It comes up with names for all of the women. I then cross-reference these names with visitor records to the dorm, and find that they all came to the dorm a few days ago. I look up security footage for that day, and follow them around as best as I can. I notice that when they're close to my room, my gun is already missing.

So, then I go find the lady who was closest to my gun (by magic I guess?) and ask her if she's seen it. She gets nervous and says that she hasn't. I grab her arm, but my hand into her... umbrella and find my gun. I say that she's welcome to argue that this gun is hers, but I'll be confirming the registration, and I think that it will be a match to mine. She's also welcome to sue me for my methods of finding her, but she won't have much luck. After all, I didn't steal the photograph I used to identify her, and I used public resources.

Also, I remember going to my dad's house. He had a bunch of guns set up in the back of the house. Like 40 or so. Tons of boxes of ammo and stuff. I look around, find one that says "carbine" on it, and aim through the little scope. It's hard to see through it.

I also had another dream last night, but I only remember fragments. There was a huge sort of.. play pen complex. Kind of like those networks of tunnels and slides that you see at the kids section at McDonald's. I don't know what to call those. This thing is huge though. It's hundreds of stories high, and kind of inter-networked with an apartment building. I know that a woman lives up there in one of the glass domes that you can look out of, so I go trying to find her. I don't remember anything else about this part. Later I was exploring with my fiancee Alisha. We find a sort of ... dock thing. It's wooden and made out of that dark pine wood that docks are made out of. I think ships might have been involved.