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of food ready to be eaten. This is a party for the celebration of a charity organization that had just
reached a remarkable goal.

Even though the party in this dream seems as if it had been going on for a long time, the night was
still young.

My partner and I walk through a parking lot filled with cars that could only be owned by
individuals with a high standard of living. The high class. We put on our theater masks and get
through all of their poor attempts at security, and then we knock down the doors and interrupt the
most beautiful party you have ever seen.

My partner fires a round into the ceiling of the room and everyone stops dancing. Everyone stops
talking. Soon after the music stops, and that's when we know we have the floor. The owner of this
charity foundation, who is standing on the stage waiting for our demands, he's a thief. Not a thief
like me or my partner, but a thief who hides behind the persona of a decent and honest human
being.

He wears this mask that is his actual face, hiding in plain sight. He steals from his donators and
with this money he provides for himself a lifestyle that people can't even dream of. Well, most
people.

There was a man who said that all warfare is based on deception. To seem as if you are attacking
when you are actually resting, and to seem as if you are resting when you are actually attacking. Of
course, this doesn't just apply to warfare, as this owner has figured out.

My partner and I drop the two dead bodies we are carrying on our shoulders. These black bodies
that are losing flesh, and we explain to them how their boss was the one who caused this. How
people like him are causing problems around the world because of their greed and selfishness.

We tell them how this boy and this girl, who were extremely close friends, could have had a life
together. How they could have danced in the rain, how they could have held each other, how they
could have gotten married, how they could have had kids. But instead, the only good thing they
had in their life was the fact that they died together, of starvation.

By the end of the night we have killed the owner and destroyed the statue of deceit. Before we
killed him, before he starts begging for his life, he tells us that it's the mayor's fault. That he himself
had nothing to do with the stealing of funds from the charity, but everyone here and everyone like
this owner lies. My partner asks him, "what about her life, what about his?" He has no answer.
After he's dead I think to myself how many people we will have to kill before everything is right,
how many people will have to die, and then I wake up.

My father always told me that if you can think of something, and comprehend it, then it is possible.
That the only things that are impossible are the things we don't even have the capacity to conceive.
The owner thinks of starting a charity company out of goodwill, but along the path he loses his way
and thinks about stealing from the people who want to help; then he makes it happen.