357 Magnum

Last night I had a dream, it involed my revolver.
When i carry it around, it's like my problem solver.
Most of my dream was a blurr, but I remember a few things that occured.
I was sitting in my car, at a parking lot.
There were three guys There, I remember we fought.
I went back to my car, and reached for my gun.
Once I pointed it at them, they all started to run.
I went after the one that had started the fight.
When I finally caught him, his eyes lit up in fright.
I fired one to his chest, and he fell to the floor.
He continued to move, so I fired two more.
As he laid on the floor, with his blood gushing out.
He was dead now for sure, that I knew with no doubt.
Now I drove around town, to go after his friends.
I've already decided, this is when there life ends.