I had a dream the other night. It’s taken me a few days to puzzle out what it meant. And it will take me a while to figure out what I’m going to do about the meaning.
I was in a home, a house I was living in. I was in one of the bedrooms and heard the man of the house yelling out about the guns he kept in the den. I did not know he had put them there.
In my experience, weapons have a special cabinet and are locked, hidden away.
Another man had entered the house and was taking the 2 hand guns.
I felt concern for the man of the house, the danger he could be in from struggling with fire arms. I may have even called out to let the thief have the property.
Then a strange thing happened. The two men became friends, the common bond being the love of the guns. They stepped out onto the porch and had a lovely discussion about that which interested them both.
I did not leave the bedroom, I had no interest in the discussion. I do not understand the fascination.
And what I puzzled out is that:
The gun owner has more in common with the gun thief than he does the peace maker.
