It starts out with me getting ready for work. And for some reason I live in my grandpas house. Only in the dream its my house, my stuff, but the layout is his house.
I get to work, and apparently I'm a plastic surgeon. They hand me a chart for my first patient/client. I walk in to the room and start talking with him. The deal is he wants to get his face redone, and he's already gone through a mental evaluation etc. This part wasn't it much detail, until the end when I say something close to. "Why would you want to redo such a handsome face, it looks great with your eyes". So I do the surgery at his request, go home.
Its the next day, I’m off from work. I'm lounging around in my PJs on the couch when I hear a noise. I get up to check it out, and a man knocks me out. I wake up, tied to a bed, and this guy has a ski mask on. He’s filling a needle with something that will kill me. I start crying doing the who are you, why are you doing this…
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