Sunday, October 09, 2005

Hit man

Last night I dreamt that someone was trying to kill me. I knew him. He was the editor of the weekly newspaper where I started work back in the Dark Ages. He was also a family friend so it seemed strange that he should so particularly want to kill me. I don't know how I heard, but he'd decided to shoot me dead at a particular place, the next time he found me there. It felt like a constant threat in the background. I felt wary about ever going near that place again. Don't actually know where it was but I vaguely remember there was some sort of monument there, a kind of obelisk thing. Oh, dear, this is getting very Freudian, perhaps I shouldn't mention the stone monument. Anyway, it was all very unnerving and I couldn't get it out of my head. I woke up at something before five and couldn't get back to sleep again. Was it something I ate, something I saw on TV, or ........?

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