Desert Duel

The dream this morning had me in a disguise. I am an American spy and I am dressed as a desert swordsman, and I am walking through the market streets of a desert oasis town. I am searching for a man who looks similar to me. My contact is suppose to help me escape this Middle East country so that I can report vital information to my handlers and be debriefed.

All of a sudden in the midst of my search I am assaulted by an Arab man dressed in white and carrying a huge curved sword. The man has somehow deduced that I am American and he wants the thrill and prestige of killing one.

So we proceed to sword fight. Immediately to my left is a wall and the man comes at me with his sword high in his right arm. A man to my right, in the corner of my eye, suddenly appears, and he strikes my attacker's arm with his sword. My assailant's arm breaks with a loud crack and twists to an absurd angle. He looks to the man who struck him with stunned silence, and he only grimaces in pain. He does not yell out. The intruder to our duel is my contact come to rescue me. This is when I wake up.

Another violent dream this time. It reflects my current feelings and circumstances here of late. Work has me driving long distances and going to remote locations in the middle of the night. I often feel like I am going on some sort of spy mission. I am physically and mentally exhausted and so want to escape from this madness. I am weary of the fighting and just want some rest. The demands seem never ending.

I hate to say it, but it would be very satisfying to see at least one of my perpetual tormenters, get some karmic justice for all the crap that has been dished out on me of late. Is it bad of me to say or think that?

Scotty beam me up!