Dreams

Aug 10, 2003 22:33

8/8/03
I was on a mission. I was unsure of the source of this command or even why it needed to take place. I just knew my life depended on it.
My accomplice, an unfamiliar young man in a wheel chair, instructed me on how we were going to do this. It seemed organized enough to trust. Our mission was to abduct all the seapeople and bring them back to headquarters for questioning.
Our mission failed. We missed nearly half our targets because I had to continually bring my accomplice to the surface for air.

8/9/03
Erin and I grew very weary of all the new regulations of our employment. We had to get out, and fast. I found a vacancy for a beauty shop inside the mall. She came up will all the ideas that would make us successful. She ran the bar, I cut the hair. We put the other companies out of business.
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