I'm really not one for having nightmares. Overall, I find my dreams funny and they mostly involve unrealistic plot lines after I've become obsessed with a new book character. For instance, some of my dreams include me fighting Lessers with the Black Dagger Brotherhood in Caldwell. Other dreams have me battling legal motions along side Scott Finn in Boston. My current dreams have me battling crime with David Trevellyan and Jack Reacher in major cities throughout the U.S. - Does any of this even surprise you? After reading an article about rewriting nightmares, I told my husband about a really horrible dream I've been having, and insisted that he set out to help me rewrite it. (I married a really great man that understands how important it is for me to find perfection in all things-including and not limited to...my dreams) This dream centers around my favorite character, David Trevellyan. We're hunting down a criminal in some major city when suddenly we are overpowered by two really bad looking characters that can only be described as, Paul Bunyon types (they only look like Paul Bunyon people because I was trying to help find a roadside attraction in Oregon for my nieces speech class). They manage to take David's weapon away and shove me against a wall. At that point, I'm just kind of stuck in the background watching. Really not much I can do. The Bunyon men clearly aren't interested in me. They didn't even check me for a weapon. Which wouldn't have mattered anyway when you here what happens next...David manages to knock one of the men down but he's struggling with the second one. That's when he starts yelling at me; "Shoot him, Kate. Shoot him!" At this point in my dream I always start to panic, and end up forcing myself to wake because I know this really bad dream is about to get worse and I don't want to see how it ends. David wanting me to shoot seems logical since I do indeed carry a weapon. The problem is with my weapon choice for said dream! The only gun I technically own is a Walther PPK collectors edition. I found it the night my husband insisted I buy my own weapon for the shooting range. He took me to the gun counter and showed me all these really cute revolvers with hot pink handles. I admit, I was impressed, but somewhere during the demonstration by the store owner, my eye wandered just a little to the right, and the gun I chose was even more spectacular than the one he was wanting me to buy. Unfortunately, owning a collectors edition means you can't use it. Apparently that same rule applies in my dream. So, tonight, my husband is taking me to the shooting range to practice with his SIG SAUER 238. I'm hoping that the time I'm taking out of my schedule to practice with this weapon will ensure my ability to assist my most beloved character the next time he yells at me for help in a dream. I'll let you know if this rewriting your dream stuff really works. As you know, I'm bound to blog about it!