I appeared on a vast flat plain, like a salt plain, there was nothing around for miles except for a group of pedestals, about 40 or so in number. There were a bunch of gun handles of varying types, of both Human and Alien manufacture. Some were partially there, some showed signs of obvious damage from battle. Some were just the grip without even a trigger. It was really strange, they were floating above these light emitting pedastals in midair, standing very still in the correct orientation and height for gripping with the hand at chest level. A voice told me that if I gripped one it would transport me to the time that weapon was last used for violence or in anger. There was a machine gun handle that appeared to be from Pearl Harbor, 1941. The voice told me "You don't want to go there."
Browning M2 50 Caliber Machine Gun
I saw a number of other human weapons, but there were some oddly colored and shaped ones that immediately caught my eye. The voice asked me if I wanted to touch one in particular, I said yes and decided on one. Apparently the weapon knows the race of the being touching it so I had to prepare myself to 'fool' the weapon. I shook out a ground pepper like substance onto my hand and the pepper absorbed into my hand turning it shiny with a black and grey mottled texture. It was kind of like pencil lead - graphite in color and shinyness.
I steeled myself as I gripped the alien handle and was whooshed quickly into a vortex.
Desert Eagle
I woke up standing in a dark and dusty convenience store holding a desert eagle handgun. It was very heavy. I looked around and felt that someone was there, but I did not see anyone. The smell of old and musty permeated through the air. I said to myself "I am done with this." and hung the gun up on a wooden peg near the door by it's trigger guard. I opened the door going outside and then I woke up.
12:30pm - Strange. I'll have to think about this one. Healing.
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