It is always disturbing

[nontacitare]

to have a dream about a serial killer. At least I got away.

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[wishesofastar]

Was it Dexter?

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It was not, in fact. It was some guy I was dating who I later discovered was a serial killer who liked to slash women's throats. We were cuddling in bed when I realized he was planning to kill me, so playing it cool, I said, "Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a moment." I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I heard him chanting "Cuello, cuello, cuello." (Spanish for neck/throat). I turned on the water and then went out the other door (dream architecture can be so convenient at times) and down the stairs and out the door as fast as I could, hoping it would take him a while to realize I was gone. I ran until I found an apartment complex on the next block and went up to the manager's apartment and told him what had happened. He called the police, and, realizing I was safe, I woke up.

[wishesofastar]

Ironic twist: he wasn't a serial killer, he was just a neck fetishist.

[nontacitare]

No, he'd killed other women already. But yes, that would have been an ironic twist.