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With me up here, both AC's running, if on a more moderately warm day, it is 73 up here. I don't believe it made it to 90? Perfect sleeping temp. I did end up using a thin and thick cotton blanket for that perfect sleep. And sleep was very good, if short. I even dreamed.
In one, South American cartel bosses, a few of them, found out I could fly. If being, mostly, kept secret, even within their organizations, they had tracked me, learned who my family is, and presented me with an offer not designed to be refused.
Unfortunately, for them, they didn't realize I could also read minds. Nor did they realize just how fast I could fly. I found each one, in the several cartels, who knew. And I eliminated every single one of them within an half hour. Only taking that long because my final mark realized certain men were being ended, if probably not why.
I would simply grab them, fly them over the ocean, let them know why, then drop them. If checking to make absolutely sure they died. A few were dropped on land before I decided the sea, gulf, or ocean was a better place. Begging and pleading from cold hearted murderers fell on quite deaf ears. I just forgave them, then... let them go. At a mile up, or so.
I don't like to kill, even in dreams. Sometimes there isn't a good alternative. I don't try to wash my hands of it though. But I do take these things to God. Asking forgiveness from my marks, and God, in case I was wrong somehow.
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In the next dream, I bought a new Xterra. Big mistake. But before I could return it, my old one was stolen. I reported it. That whole dream was... annoying.
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Up for a bit? Yes. I may open up, up here, definitely downstairs. It is supposed to get to the low 60s. I sure like fresh air, too. Coffee, a bite, gaming, a shower, opening up. Yeah. Later.
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