First of all, I’ve had dreams before where Vael and I sneak into a guarded compound and he murders all the guards until we finally come to an vault in which Jhonen Vasquez lives and works in what is essentially a prison cell. Except it’s his house and he just does that for kicks or something. The first time this happened Vael was using a silenced pistol and went in and introduced himself, and I didn’t post anything about it because I completely forgot about it. There were a few more afterwards, and as far as I can tell we may have received some kind of missions to embark on and were returning to report or something.

        After having another one of these dreams last night, I somehow remember all of the others up to the point of speaking with Jhonen. I remember the infiltration and what weapon Vael was using, and if there was anything specifically noteworthy about what he was wearing. Because I can’t remember why we were sneaking in there at all, or what happened when we got there, that’s pretty much all worthless. Except I remember some of why we did it last night because I woke up not long ago so here I am typing it.

        This time, he was wearing a skull mask like the guys in The Town (it’s a movie I saw the trailer for, the name is worthless but go ahead and look it up if you want) and was using throwing knives. The mask had night-vision as well as lights, and while Vael mainly used the night-vision to snipe people in the head with the throwing knives, there were a few times he blinded them with the lights and surprised them.

        We get into the vault thing where Jhonen lives, and Vael removes his mask, and he greets us like he knows us well and is particularly excited to see us. Vael suggests something to Jhonen, who gestures towards his computer and asks why he would ever do such a thing, when he has everything he needs in front of him. Vael answers that the Jhonen he knew would never think that way, and leans over to calmly slit his throat.

        And then we leave, and everyone is dead, and I don’t know what my role was aside from being a passive spectator to a conversation without context thanks to my selective amnesia. I did not sneak, I did not kill, and I did not say a word. I was merely a silent witness.