Last night I dreamt I was a spy, somewhat like the lady from Alias, but less emotional. Actually I would say I was a combination of that Alias chick, McGyver, and James Bond. Needless to say I was a badass! My team and I were in the midst of a mission when we were captured by the enemy. There we were sitting together in this little room awaiting torture. I was telling the team what they should expect to happen, what they should say (or not say for that matter), and whatever other torture advice I had. The most important thing we had on us, that the enemy must never get, was this vile of blood. I hid the vile in a thermometer and hid that in a vent. So we waited and waited. I was calm and collected; the team was a mess.
All of a sudden we were at the afterparty, sipping drinks and laughing merrily next to a pool. The team was talking about the past missions and all the cool toys they have. I was walking around the pool looking for someone (who? I'm not sure). I nodded in recognition of a couple guys who I knew worked on the lights and continued on my search. Weird.
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