
As she lay dying in the dream, she observed herself writing this on the floor in her own blood:
R U HAPY NOW?
As the Mrs. told me this, the blood drained from my face in horror. My jaw hung open. I literally had no words to say. It was the most horrifying thing she had ever told me. It spooked me way worse than when, almost 21 years ago, she told me that our newborn son had a congenital heart condition.
Some people might say this dream is premonitory, but I just can't accept that. It has to be a culmination of her fears. This dream says to me that my wife believes, deep down, that a) the Feds will eventually murder us for being gun owners, and b) only when she is a martyr to the cause will I be happy. Nothing could be further from the truth, but how do you respond to that?
Maybe I need to calm way down on talking about home defense with her and my kids. Maybe I need to go ahead and put the shotgun and my carbine back in the safe, out of sight and out of mind. Maybe I need to stop buying ammo for awhile, so she isn't reminded of the horror every time she looks at the checking account. Maybe I need to stop going to the range, and talking about going to Appleseed this spring.
And when confiscation does come, as it must inevitably-- how can the Marxists in charge let us live and be armed, to spoil their plans? -- what do I do? Load up all my guns and leave? Bury them in the woods? All of that just delays the inevitable.
Needless to say, I'm very, very disturbed about all of this. For now, I think the guns go back in the safe.
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