Arbitror

A very short dream is all that I can remember. I distinctly recall the man; he had short brown hair that looked long on the sides and as if it hadn't been washed in a week. He has glasses on the tip of his nose that were old and and very circular, and I could tell he didn't need them. I think they were part of a disguise. He wore a gray suit with vertical lines and left the jacket unbuttoned to show a white shirt underneath. He gave me the smallest of forced smiles and pointed a gun at me, and I knew that he would fire. I remember waiting for him to pull the trigger so that I could get it over with. I wasn't scared; I was just wanting him to hurry.