July 5, 2013 Dream

My older brother and I were digging through some boxes and found these guns. For some reason, we were playing with them (although looking back is quite dangerous..) while we were chatting with one another. At one point, I shoot at him, but it doesn't actually go off because although I cocked it, there wasn't any trigger ammo in the hand gun, whatever that means. In the dream, we weren't enemies, but we weren't buddies either. (Why is it that we have an animosity relationship in dreams all the time?? He and I get along great in reality. Hm).