I was in a terrible nightmare. I’d found myself in a sting operation, late Friday evening. The place in my dream looked like Dixon Illinois. I was on foot and you went by, riding shotgun in a car. You flipped me off. Nothing new there. You were smiling.
later as I took an alternate route to go home, you started shooting a high powered rifle at my direction. You had me pinned down in a knoll. You were suddenly on the enemy’s side. It made me cry that after all we had been through separated. That you would rather kill me than have my mission succeed.
We argued and I had become hypercritical of your work, you listened as I cried that I thought that you were my salvation turned sour. When I’d heard you start to cry with me, I bolted and you sprayed the air around me with bullets my love.
Some of my friends that were watching from a distance had taken you and our shared friend you were with from existence. It seemed like I took fire through the country side. Even saw a UFO and let it heal my hernia repair.
It all made strange sense that I’d fallen for a spy. And it was either her life or mine and I was glad to be alive so far from home. I was soon haunted by you and my other ghost had thanked me and left.
I had my apartment outfitted with a containment system to keep you within. You were secretly mourned and your demise unmentioned. You would scream when I returned from the hospital.
