Tales from the sun chaser.

I had this dream where I had to pose as someone else for a year. This kid had one more year of college baseball left, and he would be going to the majors. I don't remember the guys name, or the guy who set me up for the job, but I was amazed during most of the dream, no even noticed it wasn't him. Then finally I walked up to a mirror and saw why. I was someone else entirely. I guess I was that guy.

Time started winding down, and eventually the guy who hired me to do it showed up. I think we met in some secret room in an airport. He was with this other guy who was going to fill in for some other persons life, but we had a little bit of time to chit chat. The guy used the term "closing out" when referring to filling in for someone. He talked about some of intricacies of people in the past, like how they held things, and it compared it to holding a baseball. He said knowing a person's habits is like knowing exactly how much pounds of press that person puts in each finger in order to imitate it.

He was telling me that the thumb and pinky were the most important fingers, and sometimes he'd just stop, and talk about another former job he had. The other guy talked to me, and he said he was going to show for someones award ceremony, and stay there until the entire event ended. Apparently the guy he was "closing out" for didn't know how to dance.

I even asked him about doing another job in the future, and he said "we'll contact you if we need yah kid". And we all went our separate ways. I saw J sitting on a long bench with some other people, and sat down next to him and started talking. He was asking me what I have i been up to, and I told him that I just spent the past year being someone else. This other guy leaned forward from his bench, and looked directly at me. He had this look of intrigue and anger on his face and spoke. "What did you say you did!?". I looked at him, and noticed that the man was actually the father of the guy I replace. I quickly corrected myself and said "nah, I'm kidding, it was just a dream where I was someone else". The father leaned back, and demanded that I tell him about this "dream" I had. And I started giving away parts of the details.

Some random DC came up to me and interrupted me by telling some jokes, and I woke up.

I'm with D at the airport, and he goes to pick up this check from someone....things happen, and eventually he's gone. This guy comes up to me and asks me if he picked up some money from someone and already left. Before I get a chance to respond, he says "if he's already gone, I'm going to get his side of the story and come back and kill you". So I told him that he already left. Just then the guy pulled out a gun, and I ducked behind the crowd of people. He let off three shots, and two of them hit random bystandars. The third was pointed directly at himself. I rushed over, and saw that he had blood on his chest, but I didn't see any wound. Finally I looked up at his face, and there were brain chunks and skull fragments behind his head where he lay. I still didn't see the entry wound, but I knew he was dead.