Had a strange dream last night. It was so vivid that I'm still weirded out a bit so I'm sharing with you! :)

I am in a desert town, the sun is high, and all is lit as bright as day. The houses are old and clean, built of mud and stucco. Some are brightly colored. It feels like Morocco or an African town.

I hold a brass sword in my right hand and am looking for a certain person to kill. I walk around the town until I reach a largish house and walk in. Here is the man I came to kill. I walk up to him, we exchange a few words, cannot remember what was said, and I plunge the sword at an upward angle under his ribcage. He does not struggle or scream, he simply falls and I take my sword back; it is clean.

The sword is shiny brass or bronze and it is shaped like an elongated wedge, like an ancient Phoenician or Egyptian sword. There is a slight curvature on one side.

Then I am off, finding more victims to murder. The next guy I find on a rooftop. He knows me, what I am here for, and does not run or beg. He gives me advice on how to strike more efficiently with the sword and I apply his advice on him.

I kill a few more people, and no one comes to arrest or slay me. The whole town is devoid of people except those I came to slay.