Whew, yep, I definitely still have dreams. The whole sleep on your back and be well-hydrated trick worked again.

I just had a dream where I was doing a lot of outside walking while looking up the news on my smartphone. Now here's a crazy idea for an app. The news paired with Google maps. Tap on the location where the news is happening and fast travel to that spot in an instant! It's actually kind of freaky if you think about it. But I was doing this to check out several things, including where Trump had put up the Mexican border wall. And this wall was huge. Massive, metal barriers erected from the ground and slanted inwards to prevent anyone from getting over them. Then, using the app, once I figured I had enough traveling for the day, I decided to head home.

Things didn't get any prettier there. And it was weird because it wasn't my house either. As soon as I step through the front door, someone tries to follow behind me, but I see he's been attacked by what looks like mountain lion or puma. I only catch a glimpse of it before it darts away. What's weird is that they are in New Jersey, but I've never actually seen one before.

I let him in to take cover inside and I grab my shotgun, quickly calling animal control about the situation and that I need them to take care of this situation with the wildcat, but that I will have to put it down if I think it might attack again. The weird thing with the shotgun was something about it felt loose, and it was in some old brown leather wrap covering that felt like it was falling apart due to age. It's weird because I don't have anything like that at all with the shotgun I have. Meanwhile, everyone else is nervous about me handling the shotgun. I confidently tell them I know what I'm doing, the safety is still on, and I don't have any intention of taking it off unless the situation becomes too dangerous and I have to fire. Regardless, I load it up with the deer slugs and head toward the backyard. Oddly enough, it's definitely not my backyard either. I have no clue what I was doing at someone else's house, but it didn't change the fact there was some dangerous animal going about and it had already attacked someone.

In the backyard, there was some older man there who again, wasn't anyone I knew. It seemed like he wasn't even aware of the situation with whatever wildcat was running around. Still, I keep a sharp eye, look around for anything out of the ordinary, and stand guard hoping I don't actually have to kill anything today.

...And that's when the dream ended. Sorry to end it on such a suspenseful moment, but I woke up before anything happened after that.

To reflect on the dream, it's a good reminder of why I sleep a bit better at night knowing I have firearms ready in case something like this happens. Thankfully, we have never had a situation like this that would call for me to load it up with ammo anywhere else besides the range, but it's there in case the worst happens.