G4alien's 365 & 1/4 的生活空間

I dream that I witnessed the assassin project at the border of China and India. The assassin location was arranged in the building for receiving important people as an international hall for social engagement. I seemed to be part of the project but not the main assassinator to execute the murdering action: a counterforce leader. However, I was the ally to assist the connection of each assassinator. My role in the hall was a waiter. (I do not have my identity choice in the dream. Most of time, I am not who I am but just part of the role I should play.) My responsibility was to check the security guards’ action and report each assassinatvor for a better move.

However, I was not a smarter spy in the dream but made mistakes to expose the project and had several allies killed by a submachine gun. I was panic and tried to rescue the rest allies and made up the fault I could do, yet the hall was all blocked and we only could move to the roof. Meanwhile, my allies and I were separated and I couldn’t tell who my allies are and who are not. I was looking around and accidentally bumped into a ball room seeing the light on the ceiling with sparkling I was bit overwhelming by the colourful light and the music. Suddenly some one pushed me and I fell and this accident fall did not have the hall paused and every couple keeps dancing and turning around. I saw the light spotting on several couples’ faces who were gyrating like a whirlpool; at the meantime, the music kept revolving in my mind and I was humming as if I was so familiar with the melody.

The next scene was me pulled out of the room and the security soldiers were bowling at me to identify myself and yelling me how I could ever entre the private venue without the highness invitation. I could not find my tongue and was so dumb to find a persuasive statement, and I remain silent. At the moment, a troop of soldiers or mercenaries running up stair and commending everyone to trace the betrayer or should say assassinator. My true spy identity was not exposed and I ran with the troop and got out of the building successfully. After the panicking incident and shocking event, I ran directly to the refugees’ truck and felt so thirsty as if I were going to die in the dissert.

Getting in the truck and driving in the unirrigated farmland or dissert for a long time, which I could not estimate and just saw bushes passing by and felt the truck rocking and shaking, I almost puked and got out of the truck at a hamlet which was so close to the border to China. I thought I could get out but I noticed that I do not hold any legal identity and my allies were gone so no one could recognise me. I was in a fluster checking out all the pockets, yet no luck and no surprise.

I woke up and I do not know the result. I guess I could be in execution by shooting at the border or would be torture to death to release the assassinators’ details. Who knows? It was a dream but separated into four parts due to my intermittent sleeping mode.