I had a nightmare last night.
It was in the future, I looked out the window and there was a guy that looked like the guys that fought the government of Libya. (al-Qaeda)
He had some kind of weapon which would realistically be an RPG, but in the dream it looked more like a tank's barrel pointed right at me.
I dove to the floor thinking "I'm fixing to die!" but nothing happened.
I thought, I need an AK-47, a deer rifle or even a pistol, I don't want to die without putting up at least some kind of fight.
Then it was like, oh yeah, our own government already confiscated all of our weapons.