Scene by scene, the scenario was similar.
My life was in jeopardy.
I was on the run.
Someone wanted to take my life, any life.
I didn't know why. It didn't matter.
He was close, but I would elude him.
First he was an unknown assassin.
Then he was a terrorist and rogue element.
Later I learned he thought of himself as a freedom fighter.
He fought for his own sense of justice and freedom.
His end goal, my life.
Every sense I had felt alive as I escaped his goal.
I needed to remain one step ahead, to parry his every thrust.
I reveled in my decisions.
At times, he would gain on me, but I would regain my distance.
Just when he thought he had me, I would escape.
In the moment, I felt superior, but never smug.
It could all end in one move.
I battled for my life with every fiber of my existence. Nothing else mattered.
It was he or I. Would I prevail?
...It may have been a dream, but as I load up my next table, it may be my reality. Good luck at the tables.