Last night, I dreamed that we (we being the people I know; if you’re reading this, you may have been there) were preparing for a battle. I don’t remember why; I just remember that there was a sense of urgency. I also recall that this was our sedon battle, and it was somewhat unexpected… it was to be a surprise attack, but we’d found out about it. Also, we weren;t the only people involved, but we were… I dunno, vital? Yes. We had heroic potential.

We were planning in what looked like an unused public school classroom. I’d say a college classroom, but the desks were too small to be meant for adults. I’d guess… middle school? At the end of our meeting (which I do not remember at all), I offered to go out to buy ammunition. Most of you wanted 9mm ammunition, I know that. Me, I had to buy for my .50 caliber handgun… which I’ve sketched as the one thing that stood out about the weapons.

Someone… I don’t know WHO… had fought with me the last time. Who out of you it was, I don’t know… but we were bad ass.

The ammunition was bought… either before or after I demonstrated said gun to an impressed group… at a local gun shop. I say local, but local to the dream. Near the school gym / base / complex we’d be defending, with hints of Broad Street Richmond where things are boarded up and run down. More trees and I think it was… colder? More compact? I don’t know. I do know that the shop was on/near the corner, and I went twice, having decided that more ammunition would be needed.

At some point I’d added a 9mm to my firearms as a backup / two handed gun style. I wanted more than what was in the clip.

I also got a long knife… curved, maybe forearm size?

The custom gun put dinner plate sized holes in things. I recall that. I also recall it being heavy, to offset the power of the bullet. It made it more accurate. It is one of the clearest aspects of the dream, so I either thought about it right before waking or I found it important somehow.

Sketch included. (Yes, I suck as an artist.)

At the shop, I bought everyone ammo (on either the first or the second trip) and I considered a kevlar vest, but I was not sure that it would do much against our enemy, who (at this point I recalled) would be using medieval weapons (swords mostly.) Their danger was in their numbers, and they were awful orcish in nature.

I recall flashbacks of the fist battle, fighting back to back with someone slightly shorter than I, wearing a metal breastplate for protection. I had on a leather jacket, so I was either being awesome or I was anticipating cold… or I wanted the protection of leather.

Another one of those dreams that make me think that in the right situation, for the right reasons, I could kill without remorse.

Never got to the battle… woke up. Hoping to revisit it.

Oh! I think we were coordinating. We had others with us to help defend, but not nearly as skilled. Extras to the dream, I guess.