more violent dreams
Very overwhelming dream. Big Thanksgiving or seder or some big family deal. Outdoors and indoors, they woke me up, and I had to be on, and didn't know what was going on, it was loud and colourful and awful and everyone was talking.
These stupid boys kept following me around and touching my butt, because I was in my underwear and a shirt, and because they were assholes. I told them to knock it the fuck off, they kept doing it. It probably started as multiple boys but became just one. I fucking killed him: I floored him, sat on his chest, and beat his face over and over, and (when he still tried to grope me anyway), I snapped his neck straight up, and heard his vertebrae pop apart.
Also there was this guy who was going to jump over a bus. Everyone gathered around, and there was an ambulance and a fire truck standing by, with lights flashing. They cleared the way confusingly, and then the jumper went over, and then went headfirst, straight down, up to his ankles in the pavement. He had his hands covering his head, and his elbows out, and was unconscious. Everyone was cheering, and the EMTs brought out a stretcher and carried him off. And I was like, "what? is he okay??" and everyone just kept on cheering.
Then there was a guy with a fire-tipped stick, he made a circle around himself on the ground with the fire. People became his audience. He tried to hand the stick to me but I was like, "I am a fire performer [so he'd know I wasn't scared], but not right now", and walked off.
I spitefully stabbed some toy gummy bunnies, too, who were hopping around, I didn't stab the other gummy toys, there were gummy scorpions and stuff (think "cree-ee-eepie crawlers" from the 80s, with those commercials where brothers made their sisters scream). The bunnies were fine; I think I was just stabbing them out of spite for those stupid grope-y boys.
I can count on one hand times that I've killed people in dreams. Somebody's feeling overwhelmed and frustrated lately, huh.
These stupid boys kept following me around and touching my butt, because I was in my underwear and a shirt, and because they were assholes. I told them to knock it the fuck off, they kept doing it. It probably started as multiple boys but became just one. I fucking killed him: I floored him, sat on his chest, and beat his face over and over, and (when he still tried to grope me anyway), I snapped his neck straight up, and heard his vertebrae pop apart.
Also there was this guy who was going to jump over a bus. Everyone gathered around, and there was an ambulance and a fire truck standing by, with lights flashing. They cleared the way confusingly, and then the jumper went over, and then went headfirst, straight down, up to his ankles in the pavement. He had his hands covering his head, and his elbows out, and was unconscious. Everyone was cheering, and the EMTs brought out a stretcher and carried him off. And I was like, "what? is he okay??" and everyone just kept on cheering.
Then there was a guy with a fire-tipped stick, he made a circle around himself on the ground with the fire. People became his audience. He tried to hand the stick to me but I was like, "I am a fire performer [so he'd know I wasn't scared], but not right now", and walked off.
I spitefully stabbed some toy gummy bunnies, too, who were hopping around, I didn't stab the other gummy toys, there were gummy scorpions and stuff (think "cree-ee-eepie crawlers" from the 80s, with those commercials where brothers made their sisters scream). The bunnies were fine; I think I was just stabbing them out of spite for those stupid grope-y boys.
I can count on one hand times that I've killed people in dreams. Somebody's feeling overwhelmed and frustrated lately, huh.