dream fighting Joe

I was back on the dock, but instead of fighting Esteban Santoro I was duking it out with a man I’m sure was a complete stranger to me. I’d seen him before. He was taller and more heavily built than Santoro, but with a face that was totally obscured as if covered with smoke. He fought with superb skill, top of the line, with blood on his hands and black ice in his soul.

“You’re a joke, Ledger,” he told me as he smashed down my guard and pummeled my face. “Maybe you were good once upon a time, but now you’re only a worthless thug.”

That dream ended when he grabbed my hair and chin and snapped my neck. I heard it break and felt myself die…

I woke from that to find myself in the water again.

-Kill Switch pg. 440, Kindle Edition.