Having sadist dreams. Just need some sort of possible clarification
Last night I had a dream that I was an elementary schooler, killing other random kids behind a bus for no reason. I did this for a week straight and no one seemed to catch on. Then one day someone saw me doing it and so I got on the bus. As the bus pulled up to my driveway I saw a man standing there with a crowbar or something, so I asked the bus driver to pass my driveway and drop me off on another road. I then walked back to my house I am living in as an adult and saw a woman waiting in my bedroom with a gun. I killed her by shooting her with my shotgun that I had killed all those kids with and realized that I am an adult in my dream. Not a kid. The husband came down the road smiling because he thought his wife had killed me. I waited for him to get closer to my house and I blew the crowbar out of his hand, he started throwing knives at me which I seemed to dodge barley, at that point I noticed that I was holding a fire poker instead of a gun. So I ran at him and began fighting him with it. I just kept hitting him with my fire poker and he kept missing with his knife swing. Finally I hit his hand with the poker causing him to drop his knife and I picked it up. He came at me with another knife and I stabbed up through his wrist while beating him in the kidney with my poker, and while he was reeling back, I slit his throat. But I didn't stop there, I stabbed him in his throat over and over and over while holding him up by his hair. I let him drop to his knees and pointed his face up to me, looked him in the eye, and stabbed him in the shoulder with the knife, I could see the immense pain and that he was fading. So I grabbed my poker with both hands and hit him so hard across the face with the point that it dislodged some teeth. I started laughing at him, like maniacal laughter and then crouched down and said "Your kid was a fucking pussy and deserved to die," and then looking at the rest of his broken and severed limbs, and finished with "and it looks like you weren't much better." I woke up at this point not only not feeling guilty but almost having a guilty pleasure. Like I know I did something awful in my dream but it doesn't bother me. Nothing about it did.
Am a truly this sadistic or what?