i'm about to type up my own story from scratch: and i will save it. please don't flameme if it's -blam!- its from scratch
The De Ja Vu -
I have been living near my neighbor for eight years now, he was a trusted family friend.
Anyway, one night i had a strange dream. I was a man, i guessed in his thirties, in a grotty old flat wearing an old vest and some dirty underwear. i got up and dragged myself to the bathroom looked in the mirror and saw the man's reflection. it was my neighbor! my phone rang, i answered and a voice said "ten thirty". i seemed to know what it meant because i got dressed into a black suit and left the flat, to get into a black porche. i drove to the other side of town, to an abandoned warehouse.
i parked and left the car, knocked on a side door to the warehouse and a man greeted me with a briefcase. i took it and left. once i was back in the porche, i opened the briefcase, it held a glock-17 pistol, a picture of a white female and about one hundred thousand dollars.
my next destination was a huge office block in the muddle of town, i parked the porche and strolled into the building, blending in with the crowd. i entered the elevator and pressed the button for floor seven.
i left the elevator and entered the door at the end of the hallway ahead of me. i walked into the office quickly, shot the secretary and entered through the next door. i saw the woman from the pictures, pulled out my pistol and shot the woman.
i woke with a start. it was midnight. i fell asleep quite soon and the next morning told my neighbor about the dream, he laughed at it but i sensed a sort of fear coming from him.
-unfinished as of yet.