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One of my dreams that I can not forget, no matter how hard I try. 

I was carrying around a camera, in a mall type of building.  There were people everywhere.  I had two of the most feminine looking (they were angelic I tell you) young men with me.  They were very young looking  about 18 or so I guess.  They were my assistants.  They knew they were naked but I did not seem to notice.  Maybe I was naked too, I do not know.  If I was we were the only three that were. 

I was taking pictures of all kinds of ” beautiful ” people.  I would point at someone and my boys would go get them and talk them into letting me take their picture.  Most of my subjects were easily convinced.  The boys would feed their ego and I would their picture.  As I looked at the pictures on the preview screen of the camera, it would be a wonderful picture, perfect photography.

The people would now be on the ground, dead.  There were whole families in piles on the ground everywhere.   My pictures were killing them and I went on with a smile on my face.  After all it was my job.  I killed thousands of people that day and somehow I “knew” that I was doing the world a favor because they were bad people, some were smacking on their kids, a couple were stealing.  I just kept smiling and taking pictures.

This dream has had me confused, disturbed and (I hate to admit) a bit amused for some time now.  You know how it is in a dream, you just know some things with out having to be told.  That is how this was.  I do not know how I know it was my job, it was just the feeling I had in the dream.