Shots Fired



It's a little disconcerting to dream that someone's trying to kill you.  I can only imagine how uncomfortable it is in real life.

In my dream last night, I was leaving work and as I approached my vehicle, I noticed that my sunroof was broken again.  I opened my car door and got in to inspect what may have happened to it and found that my car had been shot through and through.  In the windshield, through the headrest of my seat, through the back seat and then out through the back of the vehicle.  The bullet lodged in a wall behind my vehicle (I must've backed into a parking spot).

I stepped back and started estimating the trajectory based on the fall between the four bullet holes in my vehicle and decided that the shooter must've been on a nearby roof.  Relieved that I have a low comprehensive deductible, I got in the car and drove off without giving much thought to the bullet hole in my headrest.

However, when I got home (which is odd, because 'home' in my dream was my bedroom in the first house we lived in after moving to this state) I found a similar situation.  A bullet-hole through the window, through the headboard, through the pillow, through the footboard and into the door-facing of my closet where the slug was lodged.  

I extracted the slug and started asking around where my dad was (he's a gun wiz, I knew he could identify my slug without getting forensics involved).  Unfortunately for me, he was working with some Ministry (British term for Ministry) in Ireland and wouldn't be home for the rest of the week.


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Ashley Harris Wife & Mom

Ashley is a thirty-something wife and mother of two boys. She enjoys spending time with her family, as well as reading and decorating their home. Her blogging adventures began in 2006 as a single mother and have carried on through marriage and a new life with a husband, a ten-year-old, and an infant.

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