I dreamt I was on the wrong side of a very large labor dispute
I knew I was on the wrong side because my company had placed me in a window of our building with a sniper rifle
As the striking workers began to march closer and closer to the gate,
I began to shoot
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
They fell in crying panic
I remember an older man dressed in white who had been at the forefront of the crowd and the workers' movement
Shooting him startled me awake
Why would I kill a man who was only trying to provide a better life for his family?
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