#09062016

I’m not sure about the events that led up to what I can recollect from the dream, but here’s the good part.

I’m in a grocery store dressed in badass black. I’m on the hunt, I know who I’m looking for–Michael (my bf in RL). I’m one of the good guys, a leader, and Michael is a leader for the bad guys.

*pause* I wanted to write down my dream quickly before I forgot it so excuse the vague and simple terms… lol *end pause*

I carry a large knife of sorts, not quite a sword. As my comrades are battling against Michael’s, I weave through the grunts and blood as fast as I can, hopping over dead bodies and shopping carts. At the end of an aisle, I see Michael fighting, but two men block my way.

I smirk. They’ve no chance against me. I twist and turn, confusing them, then jump into the air before falling towards my targets. As soon as my body is upright, I slice open one guy’s stomach then turn to stab the other guy.

I’m already running towards Michael as he disengages with a fellow good guy. Our weapons strike and we struggle for control. He’s weak from battling so I knock his weapon away quickly. I put my knife to his throat but can’t proceed. I scream in frustration until I am knocked down and he gets away.