I dreamed that I had just entered the mob. We were going to do a hit on someone. It was my first. Then, I find out that I would be the shooter. Then,, I find out that the target was a young boy.
We were at the location – a school, I think. The mob guys were checking in – almost at a table setup like you would see at a conference registration. Some were teaching me the ways of the mob. One guy gave me a calling card for the hit. It was three triangles broken off of a cookie. Two pointed up, and one pointed from the right side into the center.
Then a priest came in, and he was part of the deal too. He was in the “family”. I was surprised to see him. This was all a party to them.
But, something went wrong, and the hit was called off. Everyone left.
I was still there with on of the mob guys. And, all of a sudden, the boy’s mom and sister came walking up to us. We had seen their pictures when reviewing the hit.
The other dude was talking to her, and I got the impression that the mob guy was setting me up. He made reference to mud on the shoes, which I had, but his were clean.