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Someone gave me a handgun as a gift. I was excited about (and afraid of) it. Later, I was with a group of people. We were all trying to get through or knock down a gate-like structure in the middle of a rough field. After no avail, I whipped out the gun and took a single shot at the structure. The others immediately dodged out of the way. I was just as shocked as they were because this was all involuntary for me. Later, we were all walking up a sidewalk, and I was examining the gun. I took out one of the bullets and found that these bullets were actually made of glass. They were transparent with a slight green tint near the front, with many air bubbles locked inside. Eventually, we all came to a small house-like structure. We were at a roofed porch, standing in front of a door that was about 35% wood and 65% glass. Looking inside, we saw many wood chairs and tables on a wood floor. Since the doors were locked, we had to break them down. Fortunately, there was an older lady with us who was carrying a long metal pole with an axe blade at one end. I told her to break down the door. She lightly hit it several times. Obviously nothing happened to the door. She then handed me the axe thing. Just as I was about to smash away, a monk appeared in that room, entering through a door from some back room. I made a hand motion implying that we want to come in, but he just shrugged us off, sat at a desk facing away from us, and began writing. I gave up and walked away from the doors. I began explaining to my dad what had happened, and when I mentioned the hand motions, someone else interrupted with something along the lines of "because your dad taught you hand motions when you were little, right?" I replied, "well, I wasn't deaf when I was young." Standing nearby was Ashley Simmons who thought my reply was slightly funny.