Please help me work this out. This is getting disturbing. (Warning: Graphic)
About Me: My name is Joe. I moved from Florida to Wisconsin a few weeks ago. I moved in with my cousin and her 2 adult sons. I have never been one to have (or at least remember) dreams but over the course of the last few weeks I have been having increasingly vivid disturbing dreams. I need help understanding this. Usually then I do have a dream or even nightmare, they do not frighten me. I enjoy them. They are thrilling to me. Example, I remember a dream a few years ago being chased by a raptor, I woke up and tried to fall back asleep to see how it ended. Its like a movie to me. But lately, they have been pushing me to the limits of what I a think I am truly capable of (which I will get to here in a bit) but maybe you guys can help me work through whatever this is.
The first, I don't remember but I know I had to put down my dog at the vet. I am a serious animal lover and especially dogs so that kinda hurt me. I'm glad I really don't remember any more than that.
The second was more like a nightmare that I would normally have (on the VERY rare case that I had one) where it was kind of thrilling and fun. I only remember some of it, not in great detail.
I was with a few people (and in all of these dreams I didn't recognize anyone for future reference) having a nerf war. Running around blasting each other with nerf darts, around the pool, inside and up the stairs, occasionally setting down our nerf guns to bash in the head of an incoming zombie, or stab one in the face with a screwdriver. Then we would pick up our nerf guns and continue like it was normal. It felt to me as if there had been a weak zombie outbreak some time ago and that was just something you had to do once in awhile, like a chore. Then just go back to what we were doing like nothing ever happened. Interesting enough.
The third got a bit more vivid. I was in what seemed like a game of killer hide and seek, Kinda. There were rules, the ones that I remember is that you were not allowed to stab anyone, and you were not allowed to kill anyone, but if you ran into anyone else you had to fight to the brink of death. I had a teammate but it didn't seem like anyone else did. My partner and I, empty handed, ran up a grassy hill and looked behind a pine tree. We saw a padlocked toolbox. The top had been ripped open as if someone had gotten to it first. I realized these tools were left out as weapons for the game. Me and my partner dug around I pulled out an ice pick and a chain clamp (which is like a vice-grip with a bicycle chain) Someone ran up the hill, and found us, I gave him a bit of a warning and he ran off. My partner started fiddling with something when a much larger man than me ran up the hill ready to fight. Me and this man face up 1v1 but when he sees the ice pick he reminded me of the "no stabbing" rule and suggested I just set that down, I agreed and set it on a rock. We squared up again. He was armed with a staple gun and me with the chain clamp. I was using the chain like a whip, getting in a few lucky cuts but the chain came back and hit me in the arms a few times. after getting hit with a few staples, I whipped again and the chain wrapped around his neck and started to strangle him. I wrestled the man to the ground he got me with another staple in the leg that got stuck on the gun and pulled out some meat that was protruding from my leg. Once he was about to pass out I released the chain and helped him up. We shook hands to a good fight and he went on his way. I looked down at my arm and leg, some meat was still sticking about 2 inches out of a quarter sized hole in my calf but the staples that he had hit me with had seemed to close the cuts on my arm that I had accidentally inflicted on myself. I woke up thinking I was going to have to call my cousin and tell her to get a staple kit from work. A couple weeks ago IRL I had accidentally cut my hand and she told me if I ever got staples she could get a kit from work being a CNA. lol
This is where it gets disturbing. I never want to fall asleep again. I don't remember how it started but me and a man had been chase by 2 other men. They seemed almost like a Russian rebel militia type. Where I remember it seemed like we had already been chased for some time and the man that I was with was injured siting against a tree. The 2 men chasing us had gone back into their building. I wanted to see what the 2 were doing so I went by myself to sneak around the building and peek into the windows. I look in and see them grabbing rifles from a metal cabinet. The taller man of the 2 seen me and started heading for the exit to come after me. I ran. I jumped across a creek, running on the grass between a dirt road and a corn field. Looking back and not seeing him behind me I just kept running knowing he would not give up so easily. The field and road lead to a country house. It was night, I decided to go to the back of the house and try to find a place to hide. I decided to take one more look back down the dirt road and seen the man riding a white horse quite a ways behind but it was clear I didn't have long to hide. I seen a large stack of firewood stacked up along the back of the building, I decided to duck on the other side of it and hope if the man rode back there he would just go past without noticing me. When I ducked down I looked into the dark corn field and a large pitbull lunged out of the darkness and got a good grip on my right hand. This is clearly just the family dog protecting the property but I realize that I have to get this dog off me now or the man will quickly find me but my knife is in my right pocket. I somehow managed to get him loose for a second and get my knife but he's still attacking me. I so badly did not want to hurt this dog. I would have just tried to fight it off if I had more time but the man was sill looking for me. I did the only think I could to protect my own life and stabbed the dog in the neck 6-7 time. it would wince and just keep coming. so i had to run my knife along its throat. Twice. It fell to its back choking on its blood and struggling to try to get breath. I was shaking but I tried to rub its stomach and tell the dog that it would be ok. I told it that I was sorry. I was wishing there was another way but I had to protect myself.
I'm damn near in tears just writing this. I've never had a dream like this and it scares me. Even if a dog was attacking me I would never kill a dog unless I knew I would be killed if I didn't. I had to face that as if it were reality. I cant do that again. Please help me work this out.
