john dream

I think it was Philly. John and a crew of friends, somehow I wound up entagled with them. Not sure if I was in debt, or caused some trouble, or was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. John knows me, his crew resembles some sort of John Wick gang. Things lead up to me, sitting un-bound, in a room full of them, myself my only ally. This is straight from a video game, I feel pressure from them rising, and look around and see lots of cover in the room I can use. So hetero 2000’s boy mind of me. Hitman game. The situation goes south. I’ve shot one of the members through the forehead, sliced one’s face and neck, and left in the room was a stunned rest of the group, and John furiously staring into me eyes. But I leave, a fugitive stolen from the scene in Looper where Joseph G-L escapes the fenced city at night. The next scene is most likely a few days later, john and I talking either sat in front of a cafe or standing just inside of an alley way. We talk a bit tense but mostly coridally, fear from the target on my head most definitely felt. I didn’t want to die, he had to see that, even if I did just take the lives of a few of his. Conversation was half catching-up, half asking about details on what down in that room. It was like we were rekindling a break-up 10 years later, a bit remorseful but ultimately moved past. A smile might’ve even cracked. At the end of it I asked, “You’re still out for my head?” or “Are you still going to kill me?” or “We’re still not good are we?”, or “This doesn’t change anything does it?” or “I doubt this means you’ll stop looking for me, right?”. Of course not. I nod. Minutes pass then I walk off.