katemorrigan

I went to a school where some random preacher was giving a sermon even though he wasn't supposed to be there. As he was getting kicked out, I was walking out of the building with an older couple (50s-60s) who had been part of his group but were seriously beginning to question what the hell is wrong with him. The preacher came up and started getting really mad, so I provoked him more. This is about when part of my brain caught on that I was dreaming, but not enough for a full on lucid dream or any control. The preacher absolutely lost his mind and started screaming and yelling, got into a car and crashed it into another one in a fit of rage. I told the older couple to stay with me and not to take their eyes off of the preacher, just slowly walk away. The woman didn't listen and wound up behind the preachers car and I yelled at her to get out of there but she got run over. Her grief-stricken husband flew into a rage and dragged the preacher out of the car and snapped his neck, while I ran the hell away. I got up to the top of a cliff where I could see that the car the preacher had been driving was still moving and was going to run them both over and turned away so I wouldn't have to watch. Something in the back of my brain thought "you know, the guy could have made it out of there okay, he might just have lost an arm or something." So naturally I turn back and the old man has lost an arm and is climbing up the cliff face towards me. He had this absolutely crazy look in his eyes and was screaming "WHAT DO I DO NOW? TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" and I knew it was all my fault that all this terrible shit happened to him, because it was my dream and I should have been able to stop it.


Sorry I haven't been around much, school year got way more in the way than I was expecting.