Dream: Abby and I are in the garage, cleaning some firearms with a SWAT team. Lisa arrives and is very upset. She has an AR-15 with pink grips. The bolt and receiver are both obviously damaged. She explains that it exploded on her when she was firing it. I take the rifle apart and try to diagnose it, including viewing the interior of the barrel to see if it was a squib fire. None of this satisfies her, and I realize she was very frightened by the incident. Abby and I go inside the house, where we discover most of our furniture is falling apart, and the rest of it was given away by a friend.