>>513935198
No.
>>513935215
I dreamt of finally getting money to get a driver's license so I bought myself a Yugo and just started driving everywhere. I took my AKM (logic of dream, I don't have an AK) to the shooting range to practice like it's tuesday. I was struggling with target movement control (I wanted to practice shooting at moving target). At the range there were a couple of people but most were just chilling (In my head the range was setup more like a bowling bar, where you have the bowling alley and a bar). There were little shotters beside me. I saw one qt practice with a pistol. After some time, she approached me and asked me in Russian "hey, I need help about something" I told her my russian is not so good but i will try, and she points to her 10/10 friend at the table and says she came here to meet "good men" but the place is empty and asked me if I know someplace else they can go. I asked if I categorize as "good man" and offer to take them somewhere in my yugo. She replies "yes" and at that information I wake up. I have been angry for an hour. My heart is still pounding.
My russian qts...My Yugo Coral 45...My AKM with zenitco forward grip...Why would my brain do this to me? Who must I kill for these nightmares to stop?! This is not the first time!
