Dream: Group hug with old friends (making peace with the past) at Mac on JHE lawn.
Later, there’s a sneaky deal in a dumpy store; I’ve got hired goons scanning the place, armed. I come back around the corner from the alley where I parked the car to see my thugs being held up by some scary-looking pirates.
Fortunately, none saw me, so I speedily backed away from the storefront windows, got into the POS Caprice, started the engine and fled as quietly as possible.
My heart and stomach sunk with fear when I saw those pirates – for several reasons:
First, out of disappointment in my faith in the ability of these men and, therefore, my planning ability, the sour outcome of my deal and worst of all, that I had left a team of three men to their certain death by what appeared to be soulless mercenaries.
The outcome could not have been pleasant.
