I will have me tried and convicted...for MURDER!
So I had another crazy dream the other night (every night they're absolutely insane/amazing). In this one I recall being chased by some people, and my other friends were too far away to hear my cries for help. We were in some desert/mountainous area, and I got to a place that was like a cove with a lake spilling from it, where I then proceeded to beat up all three of my attackers, and in turn, kill them. It was quite disturbing, actually. I believe I used a knife to end their lives. Then the water dried up, and I was then in a house with a HUGE room, and I still had their bodies. Someone wanted into the room, but I wouldn't let them in until I stashed the bodies elsewhere (I think in a closet or something). I wanted to vacuum the carpet as well, to get rid of the mess, as well as the broken glass bottles they might've used in their attempt at murdering me.
Later in the dream, I was at work, but not at work (once again, you know how this is). I was drinking beers that I had in a six pack under my desk. The rest of this dream is faint, but the morning after it happened, I could recall most details exactly. I'm going to start writing these down faster and see if I find deeper meaning.
I just remembered a dream in which I assaulted my father. Through my entire life, I only recall one or two dreams where I've been able to use physical force on someone - I think it was after playing like 15 hours of James Bond in one day or something - so this came as a stunning revelation. I think it has to do with my inability to stand up to my father as a child, being so fearful of him and all. Perhaps it signified my newfound ability to 'fight back', in a sense, to authority/injustice. I do believe that's slightly true in some ways, but as of late I live with my parents again - so who knows if this will be a reoccuring thing.
Later in the dream, I was at work, but not at work (once again, you know how this is). I was drinking beers that I had in a six pack under my desk. The rest of this dream is faint, but the morning after it happened, I could recall most details exactly. I'm going to start writing these down faster and see if I find deeper meaning.
I just remembered a dream in which I assaulted my father. Through my entire life, I only recall one or two dreams where I've been able to use physical force on someone - I think it was after playing like 15 hours of James Bond in one day or something - so this came as a stunning revelation. I think it has to do with my inability to stand up to my father as a child, being so fearful of him and all. Perhaps it signified my newfound ability to 'fight back', in a sense, to authority/injustice. I do believe that's slightly true in some ways, but as of late I live with my parents again - so who knows if this will be a reoccuring thing.