Last night’s sleep was disturbed, violent dream where I was making some kind of device, a square box about 12 x 20 inches capable of displaying 3d images.

A group of thugs, I thought of them as land pirates, broke in intending to off me and my family and steal the devices.

I had a shotgun, blasted one straight in the face as he came through the doorway.  It was quiet, no movement.  The others were waiting for me in the hall, not wanting to be met with the same treatment in the doorway.

I reloaded and dived into the hall, firing down in their direction as I passed through the doorway.

I think I feel asleep listening to gun control arguments on the radio.