/k/ - Weapons

>>533034

Dreams about you or something failing are not some secret meaning spiritual quest bullshit, it's exactly what you fear in your dream fucking up or some shit breaking in real life. So it means you fear your 870 will crap out on you. The thing is you don't have to worry about that and just train reloading or something but the 870 is already a broken piece of shit toss it in a river and get a mossberg mossberg 590 is superior by design all parts that may break require 5 minutes and basic tools to fix prove me wrong

>>533034

That's nothing, in all but one of the wet dreams I've had in my life when I was about to do the deed I would suddenly wake up

Every time one of my guns shows up in a dream, it falls apart in my hands, right when I need it the most. I think it's just such a strong fear, it inevitably pops up from time to time.

>>533050

>found that the neurotransmitters gamma-aminobutyric acid (GABA) and glycine caused REM sleep paralysis in rats by "switching off" the specialized cells in the brain that allow muscles to be active.

Could you make that into a gas and use it in warfare?

Because chemical warfare without all the death sounds pretty neat, you just pick up the gassed soldier, POW him, and wait till it works its way out. And since every human does this, it won't be deadly

And if theres allahakbars hiding in civvie populated areas, you can just gas the hole area, and pick out Ahmed while he lay there motionless.

Used to have the usual '4 mile long glock trigger' in my dreams, before I stopped carrying a glock.

>>533040

>that spoiler

I've been saying that shit for years. A cartridge latch that requires a factory only tool to stake wasn't even acceptable by 1950's standards, let alone today.

>>533053

You can, it's called sarin.

>>533054

But anon, standards deteriorate, not improve.

>>533065

Oh yeah, the lungs operate on muscle power.

Could you program your gas to only shut off motor-related muscles?

>unrelated dream

>suddenly find some sort of shotgun in the middle of the woods

>full of food

>looks like a riot shotgun from new vegas but shorter barrel

>boner.fileextension

>try to shoot it

>land about a hundred feet back on my ass

probably what would happen honestly

about half of my dreams have firearms in them

>running around in dense jungle

>shitty .32 double barrel poker gun in hand

>some guy jumps up with a knife

>try to shoot him

>hammer is stuck

>bash his head in

>gun goes off and hits me

fucking taurus is shit even in dreams

>>533037

Sauce of chinese cartoon?

>>533077

Yuru yuri

Pic is of second worse girl or maybe first can't really choose

I've never had a gun fall apart in a dream, usually what happens is either I miss a shot by a few inches, fudge the reload, or like last night, have a shotgun only loaded with birdshot.

Whenever I try to drive in my dreams, the brakes never work.

>>533075

It attaches to the nervous system and inhibits acetylcholine, which stops nerve signals. I'm no biochemist, but it might work if there was a way to attach it to only the muscles that won't kill you when paralyzed. Of course such research would be considered a war crime so we'll probably never know, but there are probably better ways of inducing paralysis in non-critical muscles.

>>533087

Even running doesn't work sometimes. Now I understand why flying sort of makes sense in dreams: You can move without muscle activation by just making a t-pose.

>>533101

>Of course such research would be considered a war crime

Who decided that? You want to make a weapon that is non-lethal, so you won't actually have to fight and kill the enemy.

Could you justify the research talking like that?

>but there are probably better ways of inducing paralysis in non-critical muscles

Would you be able to think of any?

Once had a dream where I was living in a post-apocalypse or something like that. Was in my room in my old house and there were some bandits or something below me. One of them starts going up the stairs and I just wait with a shotgun pointed towards the door. As soon as I see the bandit, I shoot them twice. What's weird was that both shots did jack shit. I think it was buckshot too. Anyway, turns out the bandit was a chick and we just chatted from there or something.

Had another dream that kinda involved guns. Went to a gunstore to get an AR lower which i'm planning on getting IRL too. The clerk tells me to wait while she fetches out the lowers they have in the back or something. I then take a stahlhelm off a rack and play with it for a while.

>>533050

Dude, I've the same problem in my dreams sometimes. Often the trigger is either stuck or really fucking heavy. Weird that that's a thing, though.

>>533034

> 870

So it was working the way it would IRL?

My dream

>In fist fight with a bunch of nogs

>My movements are slow like I'm underwater

>They're fast as fuck

>They're hits don't do much individually but they're taking their toll over time.

>Mange to land a hit

>Knock nog on his ass

>Jump on him and break his neck

>Now we're fighting in space for some reason

>I blow up the sun for some reason

>Wakw up

A coworker, nearly 60 years old, tells of gun dreams that amount to FPS games … stuck in a strange place, surrounded by enemies, with just a tiny pop gun. Every enemy he would drop, would have an odd mix of ammo, magazines, and working firearm. He had to manage his inventory to maximize his firepower. The longer the dream ran, the more different guns he was trying to hump around because he only had a dozen rounds for each, no crossover.

The kicker? These dreams were long before computers-in-homes were a thing, thus long before FPS had a name, let alone could have influenced his dreams.

Had a dream where there were people intruders in my house, I shot them, and they wouldn't go down. I'd empty two mags at close range into the fuckers and even when they finally fell down they kept getting up. Luckily in my dream I had a lot of already loaded mags but it was getting tedious. God damn pcp niggers.

Woke up and bought more ammo when I had the chance.

>>533178

>people intruders

proofreading is a virtue

>my 870 fell apart in my hands

If it was post-2007 that's probably realistic.

>>533192

>but he get any of the firearms to accept a magazine.

<but he can't get any of the firearms to accept a magazine.

I have a hunch that dreams are sometimes a peer into alternate realities from another of your perspectives. The trick to telling is first being able to actually freely move and not railroaded, the second one is not being able to break the laws of reality (can't call a big purple donkey dick into existence).

Anyway.

>Numbers flash, 345-162 followed by a delta symbol

>Alarm goes off, eyes open, put feet on the floor- but then realized this wasn't my house- an alternate reality US flag hung on my wall, and I had a pistol that resembled a cz-75 with a fire selector switch from safe, single and burst in a 9mm of some kind. I dropped the mag and emptied the chamber, then clicked the trigger. Broke like glass, racking it again demonstrated how well it was made and how well this other me treated his weapon.

>I got to the bathroom, hear on the radio that Russia is making moves near the berlin wall

>Check date

>June 16, 2016

>Decide to go for a drive, come across a sign saying "Freedom Ranch Simunition range

>In the middle of a busy, bustling city

>Pull in, decide to give it a go

>They take my pistol and give me a boltgun with a sum of paint rounds

>Some teens rock up and enter, marshal throws me and them into a free for all

>Get a couple of the cunts

>Get fucking hammered in return

>Post match we talk about shit over a coke

>Point out that I am inhabiting a body as a person from another dimension

>Get laughs all round

>Point out that in 1934 the NFA actually passed and the cold war ended in 1990

>They srs

>Point out JFK didn't dodge bullets like he did here

>Visible twitching from one

>Point out we use paper money

>Nervous laughter

>Keep talking

>Go for another round

>Get accidentally K.O'd by a stray round

>Get a question in the black if I want to leave my current life and live there

>Answer no

>Wake up in my home

Shit gets interesting.

>>533204

>answer no

Ya blew it

In mydreams nightmares involving firearms I'm always being attacked.

I properly load them and chamber rounds, but then I typically can't pull the trigger at first because it's stuck, then I eventually fire a round and it misses completely, then it either explodes or I'm about to get btfo and I wake up.

Or I simply drop them and wake up right as my attacker is about to stab me/shoot back.

>>533034

I've had jams in my dream. One time I was in full battle rattle innabackyard knowing their was trouble in the front. As I sneaky over a fence I see black vans full of amature jazz musicians pouring out into symphony positions around my house. I line up with a C grip on the corner of my house and lay waste to them. I notice that when they die they make sounds of their instruments, so I also was trying to play music. They panicked but quickly began playing their deadly smooth jazz, but I kept it steady trying to keep the trumpet player pinned as I assumed (incorrectly) he would be the deadliest. My weapon jammed and I began clearing a double feed when the singer came. As his deadly (but lovely) song played the sky turned dark blue, the earth began to shake, birds fell dead from the sky. And the singer spoke as a deep black man's voice only could "I see trees of green," windows began to shatter "red roses too" all plant life was now dead and standing dead. "I see them bloom for me and you" all I can hear now is his booming voice as my earpro fails me and blood spills on the side of my face. "And I think to myself what a wonderful world!" A small but significant crack in the earth approaches me. My hearing is gone at this point, I hug my rifle and jump into the hole undoubtedly to my death. Kinda a minor note but I did have a weapons malfunction.

>>533034

Had a weird fucking dream that I was in a plaza that I work at, in a shoot out with some vatniks. My fucking makarov felt like shit. Spring was stiffer than my cock listening to an A-10 doing a gun run, and the hammer drop felt like a feather. There was absolutely no force behind it. Also, I must have been firing blanks, because my gun didn't seem to be actually shooting projectiles at them. In summary, I woke up to getting my head blown off pointblank by some vatnik motherfucker with a shotgun.

All theses comes from two things:

-Like said above, your brain paralyze itself in sleep to prevent you from killing yourself. It's where the "nothing works, I'm stuck, I feel like running with cement shoes" and wake up paralysis come from.

-And the original evolutionary purpose of dreaming, is to give you rehearsal/mental training situation. You nightmare of fighting bear with everything going against you, get your ass slapped a hundred time, and when the day actually come you jam the spear right in his fucking throat like you mentally rehearsed a thousand times before.

Take how sluggish you felt when "fighting", and replace the sluggishness with the adrenaline flooding in your vein, and you will actually kick ass.

TL;DR: nightmares are nature's drill instructor.

That's interesting. One time I had a dream that I was Prince performing at a concert and I fired my shotgun into the crowd. Don't worry, they were blanks but the police arrested me anyway.

>>533243

>My hearing is gone at this point

>at this point

WE HAVE A SPY!

I was a drug addict with a needle, but I was also my dad. I stuck the needle in my arm and had a religious experience. Robins and other birds sang to me and told me what life was all about, plants whispered to me, even water seemed to shimmer with meaning. I had a family, a beautiful wife, daughter and two boys, this was the most pleasant dream.

Then the experience soured. The birds got filled from inside with black tar that poured out of their eyes and skin onto the ground, the blackened robins turned into crows who cawwed so loudly it scared me away and I started running. The tar came to life and on its own slithered across the ground following me, never quite catching me, but it covered my family who was slower than me. It covered my wife, little girl and my two boys, and the tar strangled them as they screamed, it flowed into their mouths and nose as they turned into demons with huge claws who followed me to tear me apart, they taunted me by calling me daddy and telling me we could be together again. That portion of the dream was over. After this, I then became my mother (instead of my father), and again with a needle in my hand. I tried to jab it in my left arm but instead of hitting vein, I hit bone. I jabbed again and again, always hitting bone. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't stop myself from wanting to re-start the happy dream I had about my family, when I jabbed a needle in my arm as my father. No matter how hard I stabbed the drug needle in my arm I couldn't go back to having the happy dream, all I had was a brief memory of it before they turned into demons. Eventually I pulled out the needle and threw it away, but the pain continued, stopping the jabbing didn't stop the bone-deep pain. To end it I took a smallish gun I think it was a ppk or a beretta, and put it right in between my nose and my eye, and pulled the trigger. The click of the jam was so loud I woke up screaming.

This is a recurring dream, it happens with a few variations, but otherwise it happens so often that I remember almost every detail. One of my girlfriends once said I groaned and it looked like I was having a seizure.