it's dark outside.

Sep 03, 2007 16:21

I dreamed I was a hit man.

And I've just woken up. (I feel moderately ashamed of sleeping until almost 4pm, but that's my parents talking; fuck them. My schedule is different!)

I don't feel too badly about it. There are plenty of people in this world who need killing. But the whole thing was very odd.

I don't really remember any of the "jobs" I went on. I was part of a team, though; we all got targets and plane tickets and so on. There was a certain camaraderie there, one that I haven't really felt before.

It was a lot like the Bourne movies, only not quite as cool.

There was a lot more to it, I'm sure. But what am I supposed to learn from this? It's easy to dismiss, because I hardly ever remember my dreams, and when I do they're mostly nonsensical.

This feels different, though.

In the dream, I still liked cute things, like I do in this life: baby animals, flowers, and so on. Also in the dream, I had no fear (that I recall). What needed to be done, I did. That's all.

Maybe that's what I need to do to get rid of the fear -- just do what needs to be done.

Which prompts the question -- what needs to be done?

... & I'm so tired all of a sudden.

dreams, introspection

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