dreams

There was something about running down an apocalyptic global conspiracy, one that pitted certain international elites (old money, heads of corporations, etc) against just about everyone else (but it was something other than just capitalism as implemented; there was something doomsday science-y or mystical about it). At some point, I'd conned my way into a very large, old private ocean villa to get information from the owner, who somehow viewed me as "one of them" in a case of maybe mistaken identity? Someone from my "team" (we'd split up to gather info, some ten to twenty of us) called me to the gates by his servants, saying they had important information for their sister (me).

At another point, I was in a crowded office building with my partner, when we saw a Very Bad Guy run past being chased to two agents we didn't know, guns drawn. At the time, it seemed obvious we were on the same side as the pursuers, even though we didn't know their organization or affiliation, so we pulled our guns and joined in the chase. The other agents seemed happy to give way and follow my lead. The VBG ran into a dead end room full of innocent people. We had the doors blocked, and he looked at me and smiled creepily. I shot him, and he touched one of the civilians. In a weird bit of perspective, I saw something from him prick the skin of the other person, and his personality jumped into them. The newly embodied VBG smiled at me from a dark haired woman, like there was no way we could defeat him.

I said, "I'm not afraid to kill innocent people to stop you", but he didn't believe me, so I shot the person closest to him, twice in the chest. He made a move towards another one, maybe scared, and I dropped him, too. By this time, the other agents were herding everyone else out, leaving just me and the VBG. Something happened, and he thought he had me; the contagion of his personality would somehow come into me if he died. I said, "I'm willing to die to stop you, too" and shot him twice at close range, then shot myself from under the chin. Curiously, even though I knew I was dead, I was still watching, worried, as the other agents were collecting my body in either a tarp or a body bag; I was concerned that somehow they might prick themselves on my body, and I didn't know if the VBG's personality could travel after its host had died, and if so, for how long.


What the hell? The most disconcerting part for me was my total willingness to kill others "for the greater good". I knew in the dream it was important, and never once thought about pausing for one or a handful of lives, and that is very far from my waking ethics. And I've never handled a real handgun with anything like that level of familiarity and comfort.

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It's been a busy weekend, full of small accomplishments that add up to a decent sense of satisfaction. Just to document, for when I feel like a slacker:

-picked up an impending graduation present for srl
-shopped for yummy food at the local international farmer's market (and picked up a cute bento set)
-got gardening gear with which to plant my olive tree/grape vine, put in some mint,and set up a climbing lattice for my cucumbers (and helped lug fairyhead's stone Mary-Regu-Lupe idol)
-cut almost two inches off my hair, then promptly bleached over the grey
-spent time with scottopic and skiadaimonos at one of my favorite bars (great jukebox and killer veggie burger)
-got food for the week and prepared dinner, lunch, made two quarts of daikon pickles, cleaned all the fruit and vegetables
-took and passed my certification test (HDI) for work
-cleaned the majority of the backed up laundry in the house

Well, OK, it seemed like a lot, anyway.