The DOME is in a magical place called OZ. Mystical, it exist in the minds of shooters whose minds drift away to places that exist only in the minds of hopelessly consumed scope and glass addicts looking for that perfect mix of reticle, cross-hair, floating dot, even double dots, high def, high resolution, F1, F2, MOA, Mil setting on top of that perfect, unobtainable heavenly Jim Borden, Bat, or Nesika action. A few lost souls have dirfted into that space, another dimension that only hopelessly addicted shooters understand. And while lingering there, they see the vision of BR's, Dashers, BRX's, drifting into their futures and their bank accounts are never the same.