Group Hug – Thugs – Pirates

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.

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