Commiting Murder

in dreams..i mean not real life :|

today i dreamt that i was in an apartment and was with my friend and other people i never seen in my life..we were making a deal about something not sure..it went side ways my friend choose thier side so when they aimed a gun at me to kill me..suddnlly out of nowhere theres two guns in my hand so i start shooting everyone..''not directlly killing them just inguring them in stomach chest shoulders'' only one dies so im out of bullets and reach for a knife that was on top oh a choclate cake which was in the living room coverd with blood of course and i started licking it then i dried the knife and started slitting thier wriest and cutting thier throats ''im not kidding'' and started vicsiouclly stabbing this guy who made a squeeky noise and then died..my friend got the bullet in the head the others were horibally disfigured


so next i take them and dump them somewhere i dont remmber where but it kinda semed like days before i found the perfect place...then went back to the appartment and made sure not to be seen started cleaning the place

now heres the horrible part ''remmber how the brain uses smell into the dreams'' the blood smelled just like when i went to the butcher house and where they kill chickens too it was very foul and i was going to throw up but i managed to clean everything and scrub of stuff so that the police wont find any evidence

whats scary was that i liked it and it seemed like i was a pro..the most horibble part was when i slit the guys throat and enjoyed it and it started splattring blood at me...after leaving the appartment i sat in the abandonded bridge place and started crying :roll:


whats ur most horrible murder dreams

I killed an old man lying in a rubber tub filled with water.
I don't know why but suddenly I felt I wanted to kill him.
I grabbed a vase sized thingy which was made of some kind of stone,
then plunged it in his head couple of times. It felt like punching
a piece of dough. Then I regretted what I've done, and started to
worry about the cops and stuff. the water slowly turned red.

I think I had that kind of dream because of a novel I was reading.

I dreamt that I was fighting with my ex-husband, who was pissed that I was seeing a guy that he didn't like. And I screamed at him "YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and my hand turned into a giant claw and I took a huge swipe at him. But he turned into a huge slice of blueberry meringue pie just before my uberclaw made contact.

But I'm pretty sure I killed the pie regardless.

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Originally posted by Bastard_x5
so next i take them and dump them somewhere i dont remmber where but it kinda semed like days before i found the perfect place...

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LOL when I first read that, I thought it said "so the next time I take a dump somewhere i dont remmber where but it kinda semed like days before i found the perfect place..."

Well you know...The police can find ALOT of things you cant clean...even if the blood looks gone there are still traces that can be seen by florecent light ;)


PS-5 lucid dreams so far...But these past 2 weeks they have been slowing down :( pray for me ;)

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LOL when I first read that, I thought it said \"so the next time I take a dump somewhere i dont remmber where but it kinda semed like days before i found the perfect place...

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lol your one sick puppy

slaps OB with a tuna fish :lol:

lol i dreamt that because i had a huge fight with my dad that day..forgot to clear my head before sleeping i knew my subconcious mind would render it into the dream damin thing

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the only thing i can remember is killing 2 DC by shattering them like glass

I've done it before in dreams. Those dreams are very deep though in plot, and alot of things go on to make them scarily realistic. For instance, i once dreamed i killed someone by accident, but then had to kill the witnesses to cover it up. That was the short part of the dream. I don't remember, but i somehow hid them, but then I was a wreck from doing it.. I'd just wander around. Constant anxiety if being caught, even to the point of seeing the police and trying to remain composure.

My nightmares don't involve fear in a sense, they involve constant anxiety, that doesn't even leave after i wake up. I may have it for an hour or two. Alot different from my old nightmares where I was the victim, now i'm a victim of my own mistakes.

I guess this reflects my fear in life. Nothing scares me, but myself. I'm not crazy when I say it, but think about it, other people can screw your life up, but there is a much greater chance that you, yourself can screw it up. My nightmares are always of me doing something unintentional, and then trying to cover it up, as to not get into trouble for it.