A cruiseship out in the middle of nowhere. Swells crash into the side of the ship and I enjoy the spray of the sea. Its relatively cool out. I try to enjoy myself, but I have a mission to complete. I’m to kill another assassin. An assassin like me. I spend days trying to find him on the ship but he eludes me, ever so carefully. If he knows I am after him, why doesn’t he kill me?

Frustration angers me and I double my efforts searching for him. The cruiseship is huge, and filled with people.

Then I do see him, finally, and he sees me, across the wooden deck by the swimming pool late at night. We have found one another.

In the blink of an eye he has gun drawn and trained on me, while I at the same time have already released three rounds in his direction. One of the rounds clips his ear and he cries out and ducks behind a stainless steel bar table. I run around the pool to finish him off when I suddenly find myself ducking behind a wall when his rounds rip through the air near my chest. (I have been shot at in real life in the Military, so my dreams are very vivid in these details) I hear him run away and disappear. And I very carefully make my way back to my quarters.

Jump

I’m riding on a bus in some foreign city and I see the killer get on at the next stop. He doesn’t see me as he walks past me to sit a few rows behind. I wait until the bus is moving again and I deftly spin around in my seat while pulling several throwing knives from my jacket sleeves and I let loose one, two and three of them right into the chest of my target. They plunge deep into his lungs with sickening thumps.

But, as this was a dream, he wasn’t quite dead yet and he threw his own knives at me. I had to duck back behind my seat and a couple of knives potruded through the cushions. Impossible! I though to myself. This is not how it was supposed to be.

And as I began to drift back into consciousness I thought to myself that next time I would aim for his head.

End

- Posted by MobiBlogr from mobile phone.