11-22-2013, 12:40 AM
Last night I had a dream that I had faked my death with a group of people, for some cause. What, I'm not sure, but I'm hoping it was a noble one. We were hiding out in a basement while we waited for our cohorts to carry out the rest of the plan above ground. I was getting really sick of being down there and ready to rejoin those "up top". We were down there for maybe weeks. I'd had a bag of belongings that I'd stashed, but somehow it had gotten misplaced, and I had this sense of not having anything left of myself. Things were pretty emotional, but we were steadfast in whatever our goal was.