The only gun dream that I can remember involved Danny Devito. For some odd reason he was chasing me around shooting at me with a shotgun. Right before he fired he would yell "pull!" and I would duck. Eventually he chased me around a van and I guess i'd had enough and I drew my pistol and shot the hell out of him.
I woke up and wondered why I was dreaming about Danny Devito and realized that I had just watched an episode of It's always sunny in philidelphia.
Dreams can be so weird.
Brain (Use this one the most)