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i had a really really really weird and creepy dream last night.
I was living in this really really really big house with lots of stuff and everything. I also had this dog that strongly resembled a wolf. Anyway it began to go beserk and attacked everyone, but i chased it after it with a chair (don't ask why a chair because i don't know) and i started bashing on its body. After a while it was lying on the ground bleeding and i knew it was dying, but still i broke a leg off of the chair and starting stabbing at the dog. I don't know, it was like someone took over my body and as i stabbed at the wimpering dog all this blood was gushing from it. It's like i could feel the fragileness against my hands, but still i beat it with all my strength. But then i stopped and looked at it and it looked so innocent and hurt, but still my hands went and speared the bloody piece of wood really hard into its bloodied face and it let out a big long cry.
And then it looked up at me and it was like it was saying to me, "why did you kill me? I thought you loved me."
I started to run, faster and faster through this never ending house and everywhere i looked there was blood splattered on the walls, on the floor, and on the furniture. I stopped and i looked at my hands to find that they were soaked in blood.I tried to wipe if off on the walls, but still there was all this blood that would just not go away.
i'm not really sure what all this means, but maybe...it just means that i feel guilty about something, like i hurt someone that i shouldn't have. But i don't remember doing anything like that......maybe i just can't remember why...
I was living in this really really really big house with lots of stuff and everything. I also had this dog that strongly resembled a wolf. Anyway it began to go beserk and attacked everyone, but i chased it after it with a chair (don't ask why a chair because i don't know) and i started bashing on its body. After a while it was lying on the ground bleeding and i knew it was dying, but still i broke a leg off of the chair and starting stabbing at the dog. I don't know, it was like someone took over my body and as i stabbed at the wimpering dog all this blood was gushing from it. It's like i could feel the fragileness against my hands, but still i beat it with all my strength. But then i stopped and looked at it and it looked so innocent and hurt, but still my hands went and speared the bloody piece of wood really hard into its bloodied face and it let out a big long cry.
And then it looked up at me and it was like it was saying to me, "why did you kill me? I thought you loved me."
I started to run, faster and faster through this never ending house and everywhere i looked there was blood splattered on the walls, on the floor, and on the furniture. I stopped and i looked at my hands to find that they were soaked in blood.I tried to wipe if off on the walls, but still there was all this blood that would just not go away.
i'm not really sure what all this means, but maybe...it just means that i feel guilty about something, like i hurt someone that i shouldn't have. But i don't remember doing anything like that......maybe i just can't remember why...