Way undercover. No, not with the mob, and not a double agent. Just a regular guy in a regular neighborhood. (Sounds eerily like real life.) After some action-flick stuff in a hotel (can't remember details), my partner (more like sidekick, not sure if I'm the second banana or not) and I wound up hanging out with an ex-girlfriend of mine.

That would be really a piece of fiction (and probable friction) except that in real life she passed away 10 years ago. But in dreamland, she was there and we were riding around somewhere when she got spotted by some guy and went into a panic. Turns out he is and was (still is?) connected to her somehow. (My guess, with the kind of stuff she used to pull, is another of her ex-bfs.)

Problem is that he is some kind of missile expert and also an agent. If this is starting to sound like an episode of Chuck to you, mind you, I am not surrounded by two highly-trained and experienced agents. So this guy's expertise, as we learn after she goes along with the plot and goes with him to his apartment (Makiki?), is that he has designed a smart piece of machinery. It floats, attacks, and if you strike it, it will release a second device that will survive your attack and continue to take aim on you, the prey.

It was pretty spooky to be the prey. We ran for our lives. I don't even remember how the episode/dream ended. The good dreams usually don't have an ending, as my book on dream analysis told me some 20 years ago. Tense dreams bring out underlying issues. On the surface, we view them and recognize the tension. But that's usually it. Rarely is there an answer because we simply haven't reached that point in our consciousness yet. Our brains, our subconsciousness, doesn't yet have the answer, the info, the data.

And that's what makes waking up from good dreams a little frustrating. Who wants to record a game on the DVR only to find that the final 2 minutes weren't recorded?

Maybe that's what my Mom was telling me in yesterday's dream. She was saying something about tomorrow. Maybe she was saying, all those women who remind you of that ex... follow them and find yourself the target of monster machines in the sky. (To Mom, I'd say, Don't worry. I've become good at avoiding the trouble girls. Very good.)

Or maybe it was just a fun, crazy dream. I wonder who else from my near and distant past will pop up next.

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