A weird dream

I had this really weird dream the other day.

It started with me chatting with my girl on msn. Yea, that's what I do in my dreams. Suddenly, a message popped up at the side and I opened it. It contained images of a guy and some profile. At that point I suddenly realized that I am an assassin. Way cool. I quickly scanned through the document and input it into my photographic memory; yes, that's what assassins have inbuilt, photographic memory, it rocks. Next, I swiftly deleted the message off my computer before it self destructs or something. Then I told my girl to wait for me at the station, I will be there at 2, if I am not there by then, leave, leave without me, because that's what they always say in the movies.

The next thing I know, I am at a crowded street with lots of cheering and banners. Actually, I was kinda disappointed that I didn't get the scene where I get to piece my weapons together, buckle up the suitcase and tighten my shoes, but I am an assasin, and assasins don't show disappointment on their faces. Just as I was fiddling with my thoughts, a car turned into the street, and the crowd went wild. I can see my target standing in the car, waving to the people. Rats, he must be some kind of politician or celebrity. This job is going to be tougher than I thought. I wondered why my photographic memory didn't catch that while I was scanning the document.

But this isn't a time to question, it's a time to act.

I shoved my way through the crowd as my hand reaches into my jacket for my gun. *bam bam* Another job well done. There was screaming and people running everywhere, I made good use of the comotion to wiggle myself through the streets and towards my James Bond vechicle. It was too late, the cops identified me. Who wouldn't? I was the coolest guy in the midst of hysterical mayhem. I am the oasis in the middle of the desert. Gunshots and intense car races ensues.

Of course, thou a close call, I made it to the station in one piece. Some bleeding, some scratches, but still devilishly sexy nontheless. I took a look at my watch, sh*t, I am late. Just as I turned my head, ready to leave, she appears through the crowd, teary eyed. Yes, they never leave. We ran towards each other in slow motion, kissed and turned circles in embrace.

Then I woke up.
Crap, I should have known, this is just a PG film afterall.

The weird thing about this dream thou, is actually the fact that I still remember it after waking up. Usually I would wake up smiling to myself, thinking, nice dream. But right after my feet touches the ground, I would have no idea why I am smiling. I would spend the rest of the day trying to figure out why I have this weird smile on my face.
Story of my life.

Do you dream? Are you hot *wink* in your dreams?