We all have strange dreams. I just had two consecutive dreams on that same day that I was killing someone.
It was vivid. It's like I was there. I felt the knife piercing through the skin of the guy I was stabbing. It felt strangely satisfying (now, that's really scary) and at the same time frustrating because he was not bleeding profusely as I stab him around 13-15 times if I remember it correctly. I can recall how I went for his jugular and his throat and his chest and the rest of the torso. It seems that I want more bloody crime scene. Shyet ang abnormal ko diba.
I can't remember any details of the second killing spree dream except that it was also about murder. And that I was the one responsible, too.
Dreams are safe space as Google says.
Also, such murder dreams might signify my own walking-life issues. I guess my introvert self who's trying to seal her aggression is kicking in through these dreams. And I remember, I had to suppress myself from beasting out these past couple of days. Re: brother, area supervisor, work.
Or it could just be too much reading murder novels and watching that hunk Arrow vigilante who kills with a purpose.
Funny.
What's funnier is I revived this blog (which happened to hibernate for two years) thru my killings.
And the self is now I.
