It’s close to Halloween so at nighttime you hear random firecrackers being set off. Someone was having a field day with them last night. In my dream I was in my apartment and I could hear gun shots. I was doing something when two gun shots were fired into my apartment (though it was not really my apartment). It was freaky.
So I hate guns. They scare me. Not so much because they are a weapon that could kill me. More so because they remind me of the fear or hatred or insanity that possesses people to carry them.
I hope I never experience bullets flying through my home. I am saddened to think of all the people who have to.