A few years ago, back in Law School, I had this weird dream...
I was a henchman for the Mob. I was doing my first ‘jobs’ – you know… collecting debts, that sort of thing – and slowly my superiors were beginning to trust me.
It was then one of them came to me and said:
“Today, you’re going to meet the Boss.”
The blood froze in my veins, but I was so willing to know him. So, they took me to that black, old car from the 50’s, and I went in. Then I knew it... the “Boss” was actually my ‘Introduction to Study of Law’ teacher.
“Professor?”
“Yes, it’s me. I’ve kept my eye on you all this time.”
He explained me he had a very special job for me: to kill a rival family’s chief. And it kept getting better and better: this ‘rival’ was actually my ‘State Theory’ teacher – and I hated the guy.
“No problem, Boss! I won’t let you down!”
Too bad I woke up before I got out of the car...
(My entry for the 'Dreams' challenge)
