Last night, I had the strangest dream. Normally I don’t write about my dreams beyond my personal and confidential dream journal, but last night’s was just…strange.
From the bits and pieces that I recollect, I was a kind hearted person who, in the end, was forced to become an assassin because people were trying to kill me. And to make things even weirder, the people trying to kill me were the people I was initially trying to protect; they were overcome by the “bad guys” (since I’m not entirely certain who these guys were) and their bodies were being used as puppets.
One scene that I remember vividly was looking out the upstairs bedroom window and seeing these people walking toward the house. It was dark outside and there was only the light from the street lights to reveal their guns. finish reading »