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Last night I tortured and killed three men…

Who’s been slipping the psycho-juice into my Kool-aid…?

My dreams keep getting weirder and weirder. I have never had any quite like this. Last night/this morning, I almost threw up while sleeping — and I’m not physically sick. (though the following may indicate mental illness…)

I don’t remember the detailed motive, but last night I dreamt I personally killed three men. No one I knew, and I did have accomplices. But this wasn’t the kind of dream where you’re dreaming that you’ve already committed a crime or something terrible has already happened. No, this was freaky and haunting because I actually dreamt the killing. I feel sick again just thinking about it. In the dream, the murders were carried out reluctantly, but intentionally, to protect my self and family. Still, it has to mean a person has serious issues when she dreams someone else held a man down while the dreamer jumped on the side of the victim’s head in order to crack his skull. And not just for one, but THREE victims. That’s sick.

I had another weird dream after that, but it barely compared, so I ended up forgetting it. I think, though, that it involved Oprah somehow.

I dunno, being committed might be a nice vacation.

1 Comment

  1. Chucka Stone Designs Chucka Stone Designs
    January 20, 2008    

    I don’t know if you already looked this up but I am really very into dream interpretation and found this for you:

    “To dream that you have committed a murder, indicates that you are putting an end to an old habit and your former ways of thinking. This could also mean an end to an addiction. Alternatively, you may have some repressed aggression or rage at yourself or at others.”

    At least you don’t need to be committed lol

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torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

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