Dreams that you keep to yourself
So, the other night I was in a deep sleep and I suddenly woke feeling really uneasy and nervous. I checked the alarm clock ... 3:34 and I checked out the window. No one was there obviously, but still I felt really uneasy. It was at about this time I realized I was in my room and not hiding in a hotel. I aslo realized I was not covered in blood and mud. Relieved a bit I began to recall the accounts of the horrible dream I had. I feel compelled to say, that I really have never had a dream so destrucitve and horrific as this one. I felt horribly disturbed afterwards (when I awoke) so I guess that is a good sign that I am not like the person in the dream. Anyways from what I can remember this is it....
I had stolen a car and was fleeing the cops and other law enforcers. Why exactly I cannot remember. My hands have dried blood on them as well as my shirt and pants. I look in the rearview mirror expecting to see my nose horribly askew or a nasty gash on my head. Nothing. Puzzled, I look at my chest and arms. Nothing. Really confused I look around the car. Backseat. Nothing. Passanger seat. Nothing. Floor. Hatchet. Oh shit. The hatchet is completely covered in blood. Then I realized what I had done. A road sign told me I was nearing Lancaster, PA. How the hell did I end up in PA I don't remember. All I know there are a butt load of flashing lights on my tail. I then remember that I had just hacked with my favorite hatchet a lot of people including some good friends from college. I ditch the car after a while and take off into the woods. I remember to grab the hatchet on the way out. Somehow it is going to come in to use. I haul ass through the trees and brush. Limbs and branches smack at my legs and face, and the calm of the woods is now broken by my presence along with all the cops surrounding me. Apparently, I am not as stealthy as I thought I was. I hide behind this huge tree trunk which has a hill on one side leading down to a cow pasture. As I am hiding from the guys above, I hear footsteps at the bottom of the hill. I look and see an agent with a drawn gun walking along the cow fence peering bewteen the wire links into the woods. I know I am trapped, and why should I let them take me in. I move slowly towards him. I don't see or hear anyone else around him. I bet I can take him. Too late. He spots me. He yells something at me, and is about to radio in my position when I launch the hatchet right at him. Through the cow fence I nail him dead in the chest. Adrenaline pumping, I run over and yank the hatchet out. I belive I recall he was number 8? I sprint away.
Now, this dream seriously disturbed me. All my friends that know me well, know that I am not capable of just killing someone. Self defense is an entriely different issue, but in my dream I was a serial killer. And I distinctively remember feeling victorious when that hatchet found its target and completed its mission. Well, I think right then was when I woke up. I really don't remember too much after that. I didn't go back to sleep that night or the night after. I really did not want to be a serial killer anymore. The hours after I had the dream I was unconvinced that I hadn't done anything. For the last 2 years, for some reason, I have always had a hatchet in my car in the trunk. You never know when you might need one. Needless to say, the hatchet is no longer in the trunk, heheh. Luckily, I haven't had any more sadistic serial killer dreams and I am hoping not to for a while. Thank god no one else was sleeping in my bed with me at the time. No good could have come from that.
I had stolen a car and was fleeing the cops and other law enforcers. Why exactly I cannot remember. My hands have dried blood on them as well as my shirt and pants. I look in the rearview mirror expecting to see my nose horribly askew or a nasty gash on my head. Nothing. Puzzled, I look at my chest and arms. Nothing. Really confused I look around the car. Backseat. Nothing. Passanger seat. Nothing. Floor. Hatchet. Oh shit. The hatchet is completely covered in blood. Then I realized what I had done. A road sign told me I was nearing Lancaster, PA. How the hell did I end up in PA I don't remember. All I know there are a butt load of flashing lights on my tail. I then remember that I had just hacked with my favorite hatchet a lot of people including some good friends from college. I ditch the car after a while and take off into the woods. I remember to grab the hatchet on the way out. Somehow it is going to come in to use. I haul ass through the trees and brush. Limbs and branches smack at my legs and face, and the calm of the woods is now broken by my presence along with all the cops surrounding me. Apparently, I am not as stealthy as I thought I was. I hide behind this huge tree trunk which has a hill on one side leading down to a cow pasture. As I am hiding from the guys above, I hear footsteps at the bottom of the hill. I look and see an agent with a drawn gun walking along the cow fence peering bewteen the wire links into the woods. I know I am trapped, and why should I let them take me in. I move slowly towards him. I don't see or hear anyone else around him. I bet I can take him. Too late. He spots me. He yells something at me, and is about to radio in my position when I launch the hatchet right at him. Through the cow fence I nail him dead in the chest. Adrenaline pumping, I run over and yank the hatchet out. I belive I recall he was number 8? I sprint away.
Now, this dream seriously disturbed me. All my friends that know me well, know that I am not capable of just killing someone. Self defense is an entriely different issue, but in my dream I was a serial killer. And I distinctively remember feeling victorious when that hatchet found its target and completed its mission. Well, I think right then was when I woke up. I really don't remember too much after that. I didn't go back to sleep that night or the night after. I really did not want to be a serial killer anymore. The hours after I had the dream I was unconvinced that I hadn't done anything. For the last 2 years, for some reason, I have always had a hatchet in my car in the trunk. You never know when you might need one. Needless to say, the hatchet is no longer in the trunk, heheh. Luckily, I haven't had any more sadistic serial killer dreams and I am hoping not to for a while. Thank god no one else was sleeping in my bed with me at the time. No good could have come from that.