Its a you get killed in combat daydream

>defending my fucking life
>its really going down and Im gonna get justice
>gun jams

Attached: 1524016805502.jpg (250x182, 7K)

>working shift work a couple years back
>sleep schedule is fucked, dead tired during school
>finally have a weekend off, drive the two hours home to see folks and relax
>just crash as soon as I get home, don’t even get undressed before flopping into bed
>blissful black sleep for what seems like forever
>wake up, feels like I’ve been asleep for days
>sunset blazing in through my window, room on the west side of the house
>fuck, did I really sleep for an entire day?
>check clock
>I’ve been asleep for an hour and a half
>get up and get a glass of water, say hi to parents as I pass the living room, go back to bed
>dream
>It’s snowing
>out of body view, I see myself walking through the snow
>I’m wearing an SS uniform and a heavy coat
>can’t feel the cold, just an overwhelming sense of dread
>I’m looking for something, keep walking deeper into the snow, only small hills and dead trees
>notice gravestones poking through the snow
>starting checking them one by one
>I can’t read what’s on them, but the dread gets worse and worse
>finally stop at one for a long time
>wake up in a cold sweat

It’s not a recurring one, but damn if it didn’t give me a weird feeling for a few days

>twilight in an eastern european city in the 90s
>moving around with plainclothes guys
>MP5K under a jacket
>we're running from something but I don't know what
>flashes of imagery that make no sense
>I take a hit in the abdomen under my soft vest
>clipped in the spine and bleeding out
>my guys can't get me and they have to leave me behind and I bleed to death in an alley for some kind of deniable op in Berlin or something

Here's my variant, happens every once in a while

>>Be me, Junior Officer, somewhere in Europe during the cold war.
>>Hitting on the eurotrash grills at generic eurotrash bar.
>>kgbqt approaches. (always Anna chapman)
>>back to my place
>> clothes come off
>>sexytime
>>she lights a cigarette
>>puts Makarov to my head.
>>honeytrapped.fuck
>>kills me

Not a bad way to go desu.

Attached: Anna+ChapmanMaxim+Shoot+1PFUv72HC4h.jpg (410x594, 69K)

dumb frogposter

Its always me in a red dawn scenario where i bleed out on a table with my best friend right next to me

Man for what it's worth that would fuck with me too

Like a past fragment of your previous life speaking to you in lost echoes

The fucked up thing is that my mom’s side of the family was in Germany during WW2. My family doesn’t really talk about the war years and the most I’ve ever heard my grandmother say about it is when I was reading a history book and ended up on a page with a picture of hitler. She passed by and looked over my shoulder and shook her head and said “there he is. The bad, bad man.” There’s a WW2 Luftwaffe marksmanship badge hanging on the wall at my grandparents house along with all of my grandpa’s Vietnam stuff, never really asked about that one though.

i want to die a honary death remmebered at least for something, i think we all want to be the guy in the action movie who kills a shit ton of people and wins the day

but you know that dude who got sniped and died and was just an extra? that could be you

having all these dreams just gone in a second and for what?
nothing

shit keeps me up at night

Yall niggas is fuckin dumb

Attached: any niggas that be saying my bitchfu aint kawaii as fuck better square up or step out.jpg (425x509, 58K)

LTC William B. Travis, in charge of the Alamo, was one of the first defenders to die in the beginning of the final part of the battle of the Alamo (when the Mexicans finally just decided to stop pussyfooting around and seize the Alamo).

General Sedgwick, Union general in charge of an entire army corps, was shot right before the Battle of Spotsylvania Courthouse while calling his men cowards because there was no way confederate sharpshooters could hit them at that range.

>It's a Rhodesian Bush war daydream again
What a time it was

Attached: rhodesia.jpg (506x552, 55K)

I've been having a lot of dreams about being in a school shooting and having to run away really fast

>it's a you will never cut a trail through the pristine and untouched wilderness of the new world with an oversized bowie knife and rifle fighting indians, wildlife you've never seen before and making a living as a fur trapper with your traditional frontier wife before dying an untimely death at 46 because you killed several indians before getting scalped, left for dead and fought off half a pack of wolves before they ate your mangled bloody corpse dream

fuck i hate this world, it's all covered in fucking farms, shitskins, white trash fudds and concrete

Attached: 20180330_182805.jpg (2560x1920, 1.54M)

I want a pepe version of this jiff

Well once your gun jams or you run out of targets what else are you gonna do

I really don't day dream about it but I sometimes have dreams of speaking german with fellow wehrmacht soldiers rumbling along in the back of a half-track. I understand the German in my dreams, but in real life my grasp is sub-par.

I thought I was the only one. But I only speak maybe a dozen words in german. Most of mine take place in dubya dubya won on the western front.

>it's another endless trigger pull dream

Reincarnation among native Europeans is a real thing. Shitskins need not apply.

Not a shitskin, I'm irridesant in the sunlight

I dream in some protogerman and I really really like horseraddish.

I figured, I just tacked on the last part because I'm just constantly pissed that people think all humans are the same these days.

>not dreaming in PIE and banging bronze age that's while feasting on auroch jerky

>*thots

The thing about that, back then most people had honor and didn't go around banging random people. They mated with one person, and the punishment for being promiscuous was usually death or banishment from the tribe. Get it together, numale.

not far off though

>auroch is a wild cow
I'll be eating steak tonight

A bigger angrier cow thats sole purpose in life is to gore German tribesmen

Dumb dumb frogposter poster

sounds like you've only ever been on the other side of a fence from a bunch of happy female cows who walk up and want you to feed them grass and pat their head. Ranchers still get mauled and killed by their animals.

I have one but it's a little weird
>Operating innawoods
>My whole state is woods, so nothing new
>Rain coming down, can taste the moisture
>Suddenly hear a crash next to me
>A fully armored Sd.Kfz.14 command car in balkans paint comes screaming at me from the side
>I turn and have just enough time to look at the driver
>He's dressed in purple tigerstripe wearing a PJP patch and vest
>The car hits me and I go flying, no other sound but the idling of the engine and the pitter patter of rain
>There is a distinct German screaming, I don't know why it's German because all of the cars occupants are wearing PJP gear
>The commander exits the car and he looks like Hans Landa
>I'm on my side against a tree, coughing up blood
>He raises a fucking Calico Pistol and before he shoots me he says the same thing every fucking time. I always wake up after it and I don't know whether to laugh or cry because it feels so real
>"Zhat's two in zhe gay."

I wish I was joking I don't know what you did to me Jow Forums but I want it to stop.

Attached: 1472104592340.jpg (766x960, 80K)

You know...
...troopie boy you won!

Attached: 1521615911424.png (1556x2048, 494K)

Do you just not know what an auroch is or what they were like?

>Isis POW
>kill Isis fag of a guard for pissing in my gruel
>am forced into gladiatorial combats with fellow prisoners
>kill one prisoner after another
>shitskins I don't care
>next one is cute blonde grill Dutch reporter
>oh fugg
>can't do it
>refuse to fight
>get beating by faggots Isis guards
>still refuse
>mock execution
>still refuse
>more beatings
>doggo barks at door because she's done shitting
>snapping me back to reality
>I kinda regret non going over there to remove kebaab

>QUADS
>having dream this morning
>in Vietnam slaying gooks at some railyard that intersects a forest
>ton of GIs and gooks get btfo in firefight
>walking with 4 other GIs who are shedding rivers of tears over medevacs being too slow to retrieve the dying in time
>gook reinforcements on the way
>realize it's Vietnam and the gooks are using AKs
>AKs are b& imports and expensive as all hell in the US modern days
>I am shrieking in fucking joy looting steel mags, canteens and AKs from ricenigger corpses
>by the time a helo arrives all the wounded GIs are dead, I am slug head to toe in shitfilled AKs screaming with joy at the top of my lungs
>alarm wakes me up
>sit up in a fetid sweat realizing it was all a dream
>sob quietly to myself and hit snooze knowing I will never own an AK for a reasonable price in my lifetime

Autism

Maturity is realizing that Rome was the bad guy

>its a spin the revolver and put it to my head daydream
>the thing that comes after the trigger break is a smug grin of victory or instant blackness
it's incredibly distressing and I want it to stop.

Attached: 1485521637234.jpg (1024x575, 30K)

>mfw hAve the dream so much you fuck the timing up and can never win

>its a valuable gun I own inexplicably blows up in my hand nightmare

Attached: 1493297594681.png (428x380, 270K)

>be me
>be young britbong officer in dubya-dubya-uno
>have christmas truce
>watching the men play football in snowy no-man's-land
>german officer wearing a heavy coat sidles up next to me
>attempts to converse despite limited grasp of language
>still manage, have a nice chat while watching the games
>snow starts falling and sky darkens as dusk comes
>german officer turns to me
>"Our peoplez... not so... different, ja? Like each ozzer?"
>shake his hand
>both sides return to the trenches
>stand there for a while in the snow, just thinking
>massive waves of guilt wash over me, knowing the truce will not last
>wake up

Attached: jolly fucking good.jpg (1440x1924, 739K)

>200+ years of peace during Pax Romana
>Rome was the bad guy
Okkid.jpg

>crash car
>house burns down
>horribly mangled
>ohgodwhy

I get why we have dreams like that, but holy fuck it's terrifying.

Attached: 1523562979411.gif (372x323, 1.99M)

>Its a you make a kill in combat daydream

Attached: 1524104684019.jpg (660x378, 26K)

>> fuckin gooks zipping through the woodline like a bunch of baby Usain Bolts
>> go full-on Rambo even though he isn't even a thing yet
Kek

>be me
>suddenly school girl with school girl friend
>teacher is going to molest us
>pull out my IRL 380 acp carry
>unload into him
>rapes me anyways
I-i think I should get a 9mm

Attached: 1512182745592.jpg (318x313, 11K)

I have one that I was fixated on for a while

>I wake up with a sense of immense urgency
>fuck gotta get to the rendezvous point NOW
>no time to grab my shit, just run out barefoot wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt
>running fast through the woods jumping over logs and dodging branches
>run for about a mile until i get to the spot
>my brother and a few close friends are already there and armed to the fucking teeth
>my friend tosses me a spare nugget and i grab it and get into position behind a tree
>shoulder rifle, catch my breath right as an armored column is coming into view down the road
>fuck this is it
>charges go off and a massive tree falls in front of the lead vehicle
>we open fire

>it's a 'you wake up with fur and the ability to jump atop two-story buildings' kind of dream

>trying to find my family inna comfy island town
>end up being chased by some strange bald man
>Is apparently fucking superhuman
>get caught, be stabbed in the stomach and have throat slit at incredibly slow speeds
>gurgle and lose sight as I realize I can still smell my family's blood on the blade, only anger and fear remain before I'm ended
>get to see my own mangled, cut apart and mutilated corpse spread over a wall and a courtyard
>guess I'm not dead yet

Attached: tumblr_ocw7a4HAF91vcaftvo1_1280.png (1200x600, 499K)

I always dream I get decapitated by mexican sicarios or get blown into pieces by Islamic terrorists

Honestly I don't know what JUST means

>furry with a snuff fantasy

I just get a dream/nightmare every couple of months where I end up clearing some kind of house, sometimes mine, fighting assailants with a vaguely glockish weapon. The panic and stress as I aim, fire, correct for recoil, try to reload, is overwhelming but there's an adrenaline feeling too. It always ends inconclusively,

Attached: Pepe nervous sweat panic.jpg (231x218, 24K)

Sorry, not interested in either of those. It was pretty fucking nuts how lucid it was, though.

dumb frogposter

I've got a gun dream that upset me pretty good.
>outside walking with stepdad and mom
>nice sunny day in arizona
>suddenly a black van rolls up
>five men jump out and grab my mom
>stepdad and I are carrying
>so are the kidnappers
>short gunfight ensues
>stepdad and I do well downing 3 of the men
>other 2 men still have my mom and are now fleeing toward the van taking potshots at us
>do tacticool reload
>by the time im online the kidnappers get my mom in the car and speed off
>stepdad tells me not to shoot because I might hit mom
>immense fear and frustration upon waking
I think its the thought of doing everything right and still losing that kills me.

Having worked with cattle for years and having read up on aurochs, I can say that a modern bull is a low t soyboy compared to an auroch.

Why do I keep dreaming that I'm a German at Stalingrad? I don't even think about that battle very much.

I get that bizarre feeling of dread in my WWII dreams also.

When I was a kid, I would lay in bed with all my stuffed animals surrounding me. I would pretend that I was a soldier wounded in combat, and all the stuffed animals were my friends visiting me at the hospital. I wish I still had my imagination.

>Daydream I'm Canadian
>Trudeau makes bestiality legal
>IT'S TIME
>Get my non-English ass out the door
>Animals everywhere getting the dick
>Bunch of swarthy Canadians mob a moose and drag it down under their wine-soaked bulk
>Moose cries out one last time before being perforated to death by countless metis cocks
>A walrus undulates down Main Street, Trudeau's testicles stuck in its nostrils
>A hambeast with rainbow-colored hair tackles the walrus so hard its ribcage shatters
>She mounts its dying bulk and drives her arm-sized clit into its bleeding anus
>Hours pass
>Hours spent running down and fucking geese to death
>Hours spent chugging cheap Canadian wine and talking in my decidedly non-rhotic monkey gibberish that's an insult to both English and French
>Hours spent grappling with bears with fellow Leafs and gangraping them to death
>Eventually silence
>Every animal in Canada is dead
>Except one
>The last dog in Canada tries to sneak by
>NOT SO FAST, FUCKER
>Everyone tears off after it
>Dog is surrounded but it hides under a dead white man that had been raped to death
>Free-for-all breaks out
>Gouge out a horny toddler's eyes
>Bludgeon one man to death with his own daughter, her swarthy clit stabbing him in the face repeatedly
>Silence reigns as hands release the crumpled throat of the only other living soul in sight
>Stagger over the mounting corpses to the dog
>Bend over to grab dog
>Struck dead by hambeast

So it goes.

Attached: Administrator.jpg (627x1367, 184K)

I have a reoccurring dream that ends up with me pulling out my g22 and shooting someone for various reasons each time, the gun goes off and I mag dump every time but nothing ever happens. He never reacts or even gets shot, Jow Forums what’s wrong with me?

Attached: 6AF9FFC2-04FC-4105-A5E5-0C5A8372C991.jpg (4032x3024, 1.62M)

Same

I have a recurring dream around WW2 as well.

>be part of French resistance
>inside an abandoned diner with some civilians
>only have one other resistance member with me
>hear German shouting outside
>peak through curtains
>see a Wehrmacht squad surround the building
>get ready for combat
>dream ends as soon as the Germans breach the doors

got a wierd dream that involves real world
>fighting in the trenches
>possibly french seeing adrian helmets but brown coats around me
>i shoot one soldier in the head
>the battle rages on for some time
>but then over the battlefield and smoke i hear a baby crying
>i get up out of the trench and say
>does any one hear that? and shooting stops
>every one gets up and start searching
>wake up realise the baby next window is crying and i left my window open

You have anxiety you aren't trained enough.

Fucking this.
>keep having dreams that I am the only one alive after a fire fight and I am cumming loads over all the time period weaponry only to wake up empty handed.
Oh what a cruel world.

Attached: 20180316_180647.jpg (2576x1932, 1.98M)

Mine have mostly been Eastern Front dreams, taking place either without an obvious date but obviously after the war turned against Germany, or at Stalingrad. I'm always a German running terrified without any sense of direction away from grenades being thrown at me, or the feeling of terror that no matter where I try to hide I will still be shot.

I don't know if I've just watched too many documentaries on a narrow subject base, or if there's anything to that past lives bullshit.

dumb "dumb dumb frogposter poster" poster

Dumb dumb frogposter poster

This happens in a lot of my dreams. I go to shoot the intruder and the gun jams or falls apart in my hands.

Makes me wake up and want to clean my guns again.

I'm a certified investigative psychologist. Both my masters and doctoral thesis center on the intelligibility of lacanian analysis understood in a clinical-oriented context. I actively write research papers on psychoanalysis and the effects of anti-depressant medicine. I specialize in self-harming thought patterns and suicidal tendencies. So, even if dream interpretation is not my forte, I have a strong interest towards it.

I can tell you, without a shred of a doubt, that your daydream is a clear, unambiguous and undebatable early sign of an impending necessity of answering to this post. Otherwise, your mom will shoot herself with your gun tonight while you sleep.

Have a recurring Iraq dream

>On patrol in an urban area
>Platoon sized element
>No locals on the street
>Sun is going down
>LT says we're staying outside the wire tonight, which is retarded
>Kick in the doors on an abandoned warehouse
>Everybody beds down
>I draw first watch
>For some reason LT doesn't set any overwatch
>Walking the perimeter of the building when somebody tosses a bunch of taped together grenades in.
>Half the platoon dies.
>Wake up.

The dream keeps happening though. Everytime, I fix the problem that gets us killed, only for a new problem to develop.

>Board up the windows, infiltrator sneaks in and Allahu Akbars with a suicide vest
>Set up a 240 to watch the back of the warehouse, they get killed by snipers
>Get our own sniper to counter their sniper, get overwhelmed by a wave of insurgents storming the building.
>Call in tac air to kill insurgents, platoon yells at me for keeping them awake.

Fuck

Attached: Iraqistan.jpg (1920x1080, 370K)

same, except mine is always a napoleonic cavalry charge while yelling vive l'empereur!
>tfw you will never actually get to experience the thrill of a cavalry charge with cannon shot and bullets whizzing by your head

Attached: 1524027652511.jpg (1000x1265, 604K)

Reoccurring as fuck:
>Be me, PFC Fuckface, in Berlin 1917
>Tasked with infiltrating the Kaiser’s inner circle to assassinate him.
>Team of six guys including me disguise ourselves as guards at a high class dinner party.
>Make our rounds as not to raise suspicion.
>I see the Kaiser, who is young here, maybe early 30’s, chatting up a cute girl at a table.
>Trying to find right moment to strike, so we can escape.
>Suddenly alarms blares; one of our boys has been found.
>The Kaiser and I lock eyes, both shocked
>Realization floods over us both.

This is where the dream splits.

>I pull out a .32acp and plug the Kaiser as he sits at the table and kill him, only to be caught and executed, however I give the allies the needed upper hand.

Or
>The Kaiser and I both draw.
>I clip him
>He center masses me.
>I hit the ground and fire at him as he runs.
>My boys drag me out to a safe house where we lie low.
>Find out one of my shots hit his spine.
>He’s paralyzed.
>German Empire doesn’t respect a Kaiser with no leg use.
>Kaiser abdicates and an aging Bismarck takes control.
>Bismarck rallies the Central powers and pushes the Allies to outside Paris.
>France surrenders
>England declares an Armistice
>America withdraws
>Austria-Hungary rolls over a lone Italy.
>The White Army defeats the Communists
>Tsar Romanov angry how the allies did not help.
>Begins to foster friendship with Bismarck to rebuild Europe
Flash Forward:
>Alternate WW2
>France, England, US, and Imperial Japan vs. Imperial Germany, Austria-Hungary, and Romanov Russia.

Democracy vs. European Monarchists
What have I done?

>Imperial Germany, Austria-Hungary, and Romanov Russia.

Now that's my absolute dream team. Just needs Bulgaria.

Attached: FB_IMG_1517247208539.jpg (413x280, 26K)

Real dream I had
>French foreign legion
>In desert
>Kapi looking fresh asf
>Taking fire from dust cloud in the distance
>Taking mortar shells
>Yelling in French
>Getting yelled at in French
>Understand it all
>Don't speak French
>Machine Gunner in trench behind sandbags is hit
>Pick up my historically accurate rifep
>Running to mg nest
>Sand starts puffing up in a trail coming right towards me
>Last thing I see is a yellow nosed biplane diving on us with my blasting
>Rips up my body, distinctly remember my right jaw being shot
>Wake up

I really think this was a past life bleeding into my dream.
I have TMJ on my right side, & it constantly hurts, & click load as shit

Attached: image.png (768x650, 664K)

>Vietnam
>13th Aviation
>Be 20
>Hanging out the door of a Huey with a smoke sticking out of my mouth
>Look at door gunner
>”Ramirez, why the fuck are we out here? Charlie’s been quiet for days.”
>”I don’t know user. Brass thinks something fishy is going on”
>”Yeah I guess”
>Pass him a smoke
>Get to LZ
>Dismount helo
>Wave at Ramirez
>Ramirez flips me off and smiles.
>Watch him puff my smoke.
>Suddenly a screaming sound rips through the jungle
>RPG smacks into the huey.
>Ramirez vaporized
>Hour long gunfight ensures.
>Exfil
>Back at camp
>Go to Ramirez’s bunk
>Open foot locker
>Take letter to his daughter
>Mail it
>Take his spare tags
>Take the rest of his cigarettes
>And his porno
>Go to sleep

Attached: 26624779-DD6D-47FE-B660-5E70A620CBF6.jpg (640x640, 120K)

>wearing wool uniform in Cuba during summer
>issued Springfield trapdoor rifle
>following wanabe officer up some hill
>hear "CHARGE!"
>die from mauser/maxium fire

Attached: rough.jpg (400x300, 43K)

at lest stylish right?

Attached: rough rider.jpg (412x583, 46K)

>in car, rear seat behind driver
>4 door sedan
>guy driving and another guy in front passenger seat
>we're driving along a country road talking and joking
>when suddenly bullet rips through windshield and hits guy in passenger seat
>slow motion as his caved skull flops back
>fuck oh fuck, Jesus christ, a sniper
>another bullet rips through driver's seat and hits me
>wake up immediately as it does
I've dreamt this a couple times now

>Be me
>Be 19 year old Italian soldier on the Isonzo Front
>Have sick fucking mustache
>Storm trench on the Austrian side of the valley
>Shot and killed as I'm drawing my Arditi dagger

sick fuckin trips
but anyways, it's either that or I'm a Confederate ranker at Pickett's Charge

This

I have plenty of those but I'm always leading a bayonet charge

clever, but fuck you

Belgian maybe?

closest i've ever come to daydreaming
>real life training scenario
>gun pointed at my head
>"tell me what you fucking know or else i'm going to blow your brains out"
>friend across the room yells out some bullshit answer trying to help me
>"the fuck did you just say to me?" walks over and slaps friend's shit in
>puts gun in back of his waistband and continues slapping friend while screaming at him
>constantly thinking to myself ' we're in training stop slapping my bro '
>"fine, now you get to fucking die"
>drags friend outside, shoots him
>comes back in, walks up to another guy, "if you don't tell me what you know you'll end up like him"
>at this point completely seething with rage, seeing red
>playing out exactly how i'd kill that motherfucker, have practiced moving handcuffs from behind back to front, can do that quickly and grab gun and shoot this fucker before he knew what was going on
>could draw on him then draw on his friend who is playing good cop as this fucker plays bad cop
>start thinking how i'd leave the building and kill every fucking faggot like him in the camp
>black out
>get shaken to my senses by other friend, trainers left a few minutes prior

i wouldn't last long in a real situation like this.

>> pull trigger
>> click
>> shit I'm a fucking autist forgot to disengage safety
Mods delete all gun control posts but still let no guns post. Fuck mods.

>with my dad
>he's got a 1911, I've got an auto 5
>we turn a corner on the outside of our house
>come face to face with some assholes
>I put 2 slugs through his chest at point blank
>father shoots him once
>in the dream as I'm shooting I realize that he was dead on his feet after the first shot, I shot again faster than he could die
I love my dad, it would be an honor to kill people in shtf with him

Attached: 1523486233560m.jpg (1024x615, 107K)

Nah, fuck that. They had a reason that punishment existed. Humans have always been whores.