Last fall I had a dream in which I was in a very small house with a few of m close friends around me. I realized that the cards we were playing kept changing value and that the whole scene just didn't seem right at all to me. I realized this and immediately went fully lucid. I had the strange urge to kill one of the DC that I did not quite fully know. So I stood up, puled out a sword and plunged it through his chest, I watched as the life left his eyes and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my own chest. I looked down at myself to see blood pulsing out of my chest and puddling on the floor below. I felt a cold breath on my neck and a chilled hand on my shoulder. As I turn and look I find nothing behind me but darkness and a rush of air. I slip down into the darkness and next thing I know I wake up. It was about 3am and I felt like I had no energy or life left in me as I laid in bed.

Thinking back on it, I didn't feel any pain or regret till I realized the DC was dead. I don't quite know why but it felt like I had killed a part of myself. The feeling dissipated later that day but since then I only kill a DC out of defense, never cold blood, and have never had it happen again. I also have never seen that same DC again. It was just really odd and I wanted to know if it had happened to any of you guys? or if you feel like killing a DC really is killing a small part of yourself.