This Isn't Supposed To Happen
May. 11th, 2026 08:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo They say you never die in dreams, but I came close to it last night.
Gangsters were murdering members of the clergy. A famale priest had already been killed. A male priest demonstrated how to thwart a knifeman by dropping to the ground and curling into a ball. We were told not to be to worried because the gangsters had little enthusiasm for the work and if you dodged them they wouldn't pursue you because they were eager to get away to the golf course.
I was in the back garden (of the house I grew up in) with my mother. The dog started to bark and we realised someone had entered the house from the front. I went to the back door and the hitman met me there. He stood a little above me, lowered his shotgun and gave me both barrels in the stomach at point blank range. "Goodbye" I said to my mother and the world in general.
The hitman, looking distraught, said something that amounted to "So
Gangsters were murdering members of the clergy. A famale priest had already been killed. A male priest demonstrated how to thwart a knifeman by dropping to the ground and curling into a ball. We were told not to be to worried because the gangsters had little enthusiasm for the work and if you dodged them they wouldn't pursue you because they were eager to get away to the golf course.
I was in the back garden (of the house I grew up in) with my mother. The dog started to bark and we realised someone had entered the house from the front. I went to the back door and the hitman met me there. He stood a little above me, lowered his shotgun and gave me both barrels in the stomach at point blank range. "Goodbye" I said to my mother and the world in general.
The hitman, looking distraught, said something that amounted to "So
