50 round clip

 

I dreamed I was in an auditorium with wooden bleachers. A crowd was gathering, and the seats were beginning to fill up. In the center of the auditorium was a long row of antique cabinets, the kind you might see in a print shop, with lots of specialized cubbyholes and little doors with brass knobs. I watched as man in a trench coat put a machine gun into one of the lower shelves and quickly walked away. 

I tried to be nonchalant as I walked over to the cabinet. A lady was watching me, so I pretended that I was just admiring the cabinetry. She began talking to another lady, I and took the opportunity to disassemble the machine gun and unload its ammo, shoving the bullets into my coat pockets. I counted out 50 rounds, ten groups of five, as they came out of the magazine.

The lady kept looking over at me, but I managed to do my work stealthily enough to avoid detection. I closed the cabinet doors after kicking the disassembled firearm into the storage compartment. In my haste to get out of there, I wound up grabbing someone else's Kleen Kanteen, which I only discovered after taking a sip and finding it contained coffee instead of water. I felt guilty for taking it, and I hoped that whoever wound up with my water bottle was satisfied with the trade. 

Later, as I was walking down the street, and away from the auditorium, I put my hands in my pocket and pulled out one of the bullets to look at it. As I was examining it, the bullet got sizzling hot and began to come apart in my fingers. It started hissing like a firecracker getting ready to explode. I immediately threw it, and it detonated on impact with the pavement. I noticed that what remained after the explosion was a chunk of lead far larger than the original bullet. It was the size of a tennis shoe. 

A man walking next to me went to retrieve the giant slug, and holding it up for me to see, began explaining to me the expansion properties of lead. The physics of his explanation eluded me, and I woke up, ending yet another useless dream fragment.