I keep having dreams in which I need to sneak through someone’s house to get from point A to point B.
It makes dream-me really nervous.
Last night I got caught for the first time.
A guy pulled a gun on me in the dark, demanded to know what I was doing in his house.
I told him I was just passing through.
“Pass on through then,” he said, resigned.
I wonder if he knew that shooting me meant ending his own life, there in the dream, such as it was.
I must have known, since I wasn’t terrified.
I still couldn’t tell you why my route down that overgrown old street took me through so many houses.
Maybe there’s some deeper meaning to me sneaking through my own subconscious.
A subconscious ready to pull a gun on me for trespassing.
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