In a short catnap at work at my desk I entered another world behind my closed eyes.
I was at a construction type site. I was armed with a pistol. That in itself is odd as I have never owned nor probably held one. The goal seemed to simply be, find, track and kill my adversary. Like we were both dropped down there for the sole purpose of killing each other.
Now, in this dream I found my vantage point. One in where I believed I was safe from almost all sides. My heart raced in the murky orange of the rusty site. Wood planks helped me make it more of a spider hole. There I sat in wait. My heart raced and my suit was torn in the jacket pocket. It was gray, but now it was marked with dirt from the site.
I couldn't see much. I just saw movement. Then I saw a hat. Something of a tweed fedora type. My gun had a silencer. I took quick aim and fired and he dropped like a stone. It wasn't 'til after I pulled the trigger that I realized I had shot the wrong person.
I was upset, but anxious and even more nervous than before, because not only had I shot someone that wasn't the target, but they I wasn't sure if they were fully dead.
In that instant, I figured that the human mind probably has no problem with taking life, they simply can't handle the thought of being caught. This is what realization came to pass. In this dream, after the irreversible shot had rung out, there was no turning back. Not only had I possibly killed someone who was not involved, I still had to make sure people were dead in order to go home without repercussion. Most importantly, the elimination of my target was tantamount for my survival.
Then I heard him come around the corner. The damned fool was on a cell phone. How do you talk on a cell phone when you're in the middle of trying to survive?
My enemy came about the corner and I fired. It was my target and I hit it dead in the neck. They stumbled for a bit, and clutched their neck.
Then they dropped on their back. I then took another shot to the skull to make sure they were dead because oddly enough she kept talking on her cell phone. Oh yea... Did I mention that in the dream they turned from man to woman when I turned the corner?
Suddenly on the floor at my feet was some blond woman , dressed in a red skirt suit and heels, with with a bullet in her neck and her head and she was STILL blabbing on the phone. Only this time she seemed rather upset at being shot and was starting to tear up because whomever she was talking to was realizing that her life force was whisking away.
To the end, I find that as I stood behind her, tears stream from her head as her speech slurs, I fire one last time into the top of her skull and walk away...
Then someone comes into my office and wakes me.
The only reason I'm writing this out is because what was shocking to me was the realization that in this dream I truly had no regard for human life and that my only concern was getting caught.
How odd. In the basis of man's existence we are merely brutal animals. Were it not for laws and the fear of incarceration, there could be anarchy. When you think about it... How fragile is our society in the first place? Remove the fear of action and we'd have complete lawless chaos. Not like the Vikings or the Mongols or the Wild West...but worse. For we are far too violent now. We are desensitized by movies. Shooting people seems to easy because we watch it on TV and in the movies.
Ask yourself this: If you had the chance to kill someone without getting caught...would you?
Posted by Darkstar at January 10, 2007 11:30 PM | TrackBack