Assassin's Death Bed
circa 1994
I was on a large desert plain. There was noone about, but I was talking to someone. The ground was tannish. I was just walking and talking.
I lived in a Reservation of Utopia (like in Brave New World). We (I and a bunch of my AP English classmates) were plotting against the civilized people in the Brave New World. I started to undergo an espionage operation, armed with a b-b type of thing, almost crawling (but squatting) through a metallic tunnel. The metallic tunnel had many junctures, and lead through a tropical jungle type of area.
I went to the school library looking for someone. I found this person at a desk and asked them a question or something. (I used to know this dream in detail but never wrote it down.) They recommended me to someone else. I got a job as an assassin. I was to kill some guy at the opera. I got to the opera. I think I had a knife in my boot. I was in a sniper position. Everything was a shade of dark blue or black. When the guy came up from backstage, I shot and nailed him. I jumped down and was assailed by several others. They shot at me. When I realized I wasn't hurt, I fired back. I may have used my knife. I ended up back at the library by an experienced assassin's death bed.
posted by Phlegm at 11/23/2003
