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    05/12/11 - Being a murderer

    by , 12-05-2011 at 07:20 PM (509 Views)
    NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

    Good morning! Had a freaky dream last night, I guess you could call it a nightmare. Also two fragments.

    23.00: Sleep

    03.30: Time to come clean
    I receive a text message on my phone. It's my mom, telling me something I don't want to forget about later that week. 'Oh god... How will I ever be able to look her in the eyes again? I put the phone in my pocket and start walking. Strangely enough the deeds I've done doesn't disturb me half as much as the thought of finally coming clean, but it has to be done. 'How many is it now? Three... No wait four.' I walk out on a bridge going over a road. I look down at what I'm holding. It's a human head with most of the flesh gone. I throw it over the bridge and watch it roll down the dim lit street. A parked van stops it and a loud "bang" follows. 'Someone must have heard that, it's done. They will find my prints on that head and put me away for ever.'

    I walk across the bridge and take a right just after some shacks. I head down to the end of the street where a river is flowing by. 'Who have I killed now? My sister Malin, her friend Diana, some evil guy who did something bad and one more. Perhaps I should grab a canoe and just run away?' I feel so bad about it all, what I'm about to face, that I can barely take it. I open a cage nearby and take off my pants. I decide to see if anyone's found the head yet. I walk around the corner and should be able to see the van from behind now, but it's not there. There's just a big cleaning truck sweeping the streets.

    The dream skips. I'm talking to my dad in his house. He says something about my sister Malin. "Oh, so I didn't do anything then!" I exclaim, happier than ever. I ask him about Diana. "She's been dead for a while now, you know that" he tells me. 'Fuck. That means I really killed her.'


    05.30: Fragments
    *I'm down at a football field made out of gravel. There are tracks from a car all around. My coworker David shows up and tells me he's the one responsible for them. I look up at the building and another coworker is up on the roof. He lifts a girl up and puts her down again. All of a sudden my friend Henrik appears and tells me that the guy on the roof eats alot of candy because that's good for you when you're working out alot. I tell them I usually eat nuts instead. David asks me if he can borrow my car. The place he's going to is not even a hundred meters away but he can't be bothered to walk.

    *I'm in a car with Monica. We're on a paved road in the middle of the woods which is slick as hell. We almost go off the road. "I don't feel like visiting my mom anymore. Not now when her husband's got MS, they won't even remember me being there then" she tells me.

    05.30: Wake up

    Amount of sleep: 6 hours

    Supplements: None


    That's it!

    Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

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