back at it again

woke up from a dream where i witnessed a murder. victim was an old boss i had interned for - he always reminded me of adrien brody but in this scenario he was more like michael corleon. he was wearing a faded pinkish orange beanie with stripes and a blue puffy jacket. and it was winter - particularly white snow. we were hiding in a bare apt with just a huge desk and a chair. a couple floors up overlooking a barren park. as far as i could tell we were not in la. he was on the phone arguing. i must've been a child or something because i kept on looking up at him, noticing the dark stubble on his chin. i could tell he was upset, weary, and worried. my point of view changed direction. i crossed behind him and suddenly noticed a gun pointed to his head, it was aiming up from his neck. the man holding the gun was his brother - a much more meaner version of him. i didn't actually see what he looked like. but somehow i just knew. and understood this was who he was fighting with. who he wanted to kill as well. and now he had been set up, out witted by the phone call. it was quick. i didn't see it happen. i looked away... flinching... BANG! my heart made a single heavy beat. but the one shot didn't do it. it was as if it was on purpose. we were on a lookout now. same apt. only now i didn't see him. i was looking at someone else who's face was completely bandaged and bleeding through the nose. this "bodyguard" slouched on the sofa holding a long rifle in between his legs. i had no idea why he was injured, and how he was going to protect us. corleone was there because he was talking and pacing around. scared, worried, and hurt. but i coudn't stop looking at this "bodyguard", who was supposedly going to stand watch and take care of the brother with his rifle and with no vision. there was no way he could do it, and he knew it. as far as we could tell they were dead men. just waiting in suspense and fear. my heart still pounding.

my wrist hurts from drafting. i'm almost there.