He dreamed that there were people chasing him with guns and knives. It was horrible. His wife, Irene, was startled out of her sleep with Eric’s outburst. “What’s the matter with you? You scared the crap out of me,” she screamed at him. “There’s something I gotta tell you. Got to tell someone. But . . . but you have to promise not to tell anyone. Promise me first,” he begged her. Eric and Irene had been married for over twenty years, and she knew when something was really wrong, when something was bothering him. And this had every indication that something was wrong. “Sure, sure, honey, what is it?” she asked, now concerned. “This guy came into the shop, and I sold him a gun, illegally” he responded. “What do you mean illegally?” she asked. “Well, I didn’t make him sign for anything. Plus, I sold him silencers with the gun, which are illegal,” he finished. “So what?” she said. “Well, I think he is going to use the guns to kill someone,” he responded to her.
