
Originally Posted by
Prussian Iron
I had this dream last night where this little girl had a mans pistol pointed at her head, being held hostage. I snuck into the house through an open backdoor, and bear-hugged the man, trying to restrain him. I on his back, we ended up outside, where he shot me with his pistol in my neck. On the ground, with a sharp pain but almost no detriment to anything else, I continually told the people now standing in front of me to "Kill him! Kill him!". When I asked why they weren't moving, they pointed to my 9 year-old brother and a similar sized child, who were beating something a few feet into the woods. I moved up to it, and saw the mans barely alive body. Furious, I grabbed a log and repeatedly bashed his face and chest with great joy until his body was barely identifiable with a human. Later, after his flesh and organs were decayed and all that was left were bones, I fond the bones, smashing out some of the skulls teeth with my shoe, and then talked to it, telling it that nobody cared he had died, nobody ever loved him, etc. Then that night, I burned his bones until they were nothing but ash.
Now every time I think about that horrible bashed in face, I am horrified of the sight, ashamed that I had joy in doing such a thing, and sadness that I killed another human being, even if it was in this dream. Every time I think about that face, I have crying fits. Over the last hour I've been awake, I've spent about 45 minutes of it crying.
Is there something wrong with me?
Bookmarks