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This was one of the weirdest dreams I've ever had and trust me, I've had some doozies:
One of friends, Sarah, from school was there. We were in this house that apparently was ours. There were two other people there but I don't know who they were. And we killed them. Stabbing, slicing, and hacking until there wasn't much left. I recall seeing the blood splatter up on the pink shirt I was wearing. Yep. I dream in color. And then we went to hide the bodies in the basement. But it was the basement of the house I grew up in. Sarah found this huge old TV and stashed one of the bodies in there. The best place I could find was under the stairs, behind and underneath a big pile of junk in paper bags that my mom had put there.
Then we went to our hometown because it was Homecoming and time for the parade. I remember seeing one of the floats going down the highway. Then we were sitting in the gym with everyone else trying to act innocent. Eventually we went back home and were in perpetual fear that the police would find out. At one point, we were looking out the window and saw that the neighbor's back porch was right there. We were afraid they had seen what happened.
Then the dream changed a little. Sarah was gone and I had turned into someone else--a cashier who works at my Publix. How weird is that? And I was outside behind the row of big buildings that are by the rat-infested laundry mat. But they were supposed to be houses. And one of my neighbors (not IRL) was there and she was talking about how the police had found two dead bodies in her basement. I tried to be cool and then I started walking down the street. Soon after, I got a call on my cell phone from the police saying they had found my fingerprints. So I was busted. I remember walking by a CVS with no storefront at that moment. As I continued walking, people on the street started calling me bad and evil--but more in an admiring way.
Then I woke up. How friggin' weird is that?
Anyone else have weird dreams they'd like to share?
That is a funky dream. Those are always the most interesting ones though. I actually had a dream where Matthew and I took out someone. I don't know who. (I am almost never a killer in my dreams...). Then I thought to myself what a bad example I was being and Matthew might take the killing, as a way to do things... weird. Matthew is my 13 year old. Usually in my dreams the bad guys are after me, and I am running/swimming/flying whatever. If I die in my dreams, I come back to life pretty quickly. I thought most everyone dreamed in color. The thing about dying in your dreams and being really dead... must be a myth. I am still alive. Aren't I?!?
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I don't think I've ever dreamed of killing anyone. I did have a dream where I had sex with my supervisor. Mind you he was 65 and bore a striking resemblance to Mr Magoo When I woke up I felt extra creepy. When I got to work he was the 1st person I saw. I couldn't look him in the eyes for the longest time. I was so glad when he retired.