Last night I had a dream. I've never had one quite like it before, I don't want to retell it, but I will say that someone died that shouldn't have. There was no need for it, and they by absolutely no means deserved it, but it happened. I don't even know this being or anything.

I had an enormous urge, the strongest i've ever felt in either world. I wanted to kill someone. I needed to kill this person. The one who caused this innocent person to die. I wanted to kill them in the worst, most horrible and painful way possible. I was so full of rage I would have given almost anything to get back in there and slowly pick this person apart: piece-by-excruciatingly-painful-piece. I would have taken great pleasure and had much satisfaction in doing it.

It was a very strange experience, since it had never happened to me before, I thought i'd tell you guys about it.