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I had this dream:
It played out like a movie.
It was dusk, or dawn, regardless the day light was dim. It was a three story house, nestled in the forest. Inside a man (played by John Ritter) and a woman (played by Julianne Moore) were sitting in their bed doing the regular things, reading and what not. Unaware to them, two men were approaching their house on foot. These men were played by Ben Affleck and Matt Damon.
The men entered the house uninvited and proceeded to go up the stairs towards the master bedroom. They entered the room forcefully and in an instant shot John Ritter’s character, dead. Julianne Moore’s character frantically scrambled out of bed and fled past the assassins. The men followed her out and chased her down the stairs.
She was able to avaid them, and they found themselves in different rooms. The men were standing quietly in the entry trying to hear where she was. She was in the kitchen, slowly moving toward the back door. It was silent.
Right as her hand was hovering over the handle she mistakenly knocked something over, and the men were alerted to her position and her proximity to an exit from the house. They realized they didn’t have to time to rush in and stop her, and for all intents and purpose, she was going to get away. The men still trying to keep their composure began to panic.
Matt Damon’s character began talking to her from their removed positions.
He began trying to talk her out of trying to escape.
He told her that they were professionals, and they had planned for this kind of event.
He told her that prior to entering the house, they made sure all the exits where securely locked. Even if she tried the door, they would be able to move in and kill her before she got it open.
He told her it would be foolish to try, and it would aggravate them into doing some very unpleasant things to her.
She stood at the door trembling. As his speech came to an end, she fled from the door, aimlessly, driven by fear running around her house aimlessly. The men quickly jumped back into pursuit after her. She made it to the front door of the house. They were very close behind her. She opened the door; they were lying about locking them. The men grabbed her before she could leave. They dragged her back into the house. They threw her onto the stairwell. They knelt over her and slowly stabbed her in the chest until she was dead.
Once she was dead, a door at the top of the stairs opened up and a teenage boy (played by my friend, Rowan) peered out. He saw what had happened. He looked horrified. He began to run. The men chased him up the stairs, to the top floor. He climbed out a window and began running along the balcony.
He began talking.
He spoke of his love for his parents. He spoke of the evil that had been committed against them.
He spoke of not giving these men the satisfaction they desired.
He spoke of how they will not win.
As he made his way down the balconies, gushing through his spoken word, his pace began to slow. The men following him began to slow. He dropped to his knees and said; weather he lives or dies it doesn’t matter, he still wins.
If he lives, he gets away and these men go down.
If he dies he gets to be with his parents, who he loves so much.
Once he finished talking the men casually walked up behind him and shot him in the back of the head.
They continued to walk away from the property. They passed a puddle in the mud. Ben Affleck’s character asked why dead men’s urine was always pink. The water was pink.
They saw a long, white car with a gold grill parked askew in front of them. Out of it stepped Johnny Depp, dressed in a long, brown fur coat, with a wide brim hat, and a lot of jewelry. They approached him and asked how they did, and why he was there. Johnny Depp told them they did a terrible job. He told them it was a simple assassination of one man. It was supposed to be subtle. It was supposed to look like an accident. Instead they killed his whole family in a brutal blood thirsty manner. For professionals this was a very amateur job. He reached his hand into his coat, and pulled a revolver from his belt. The men were startled. He told them this wasn’t good enough and that they had killed the wrong family. He then shot them dead, got in his car, and drove away.

This was a dream I had.