Well, my dream started out that I was living back at my mom's place. That part was easy enough to digest - I've had dreams like that before. Then there was this girl that I don't even know but apparently in my dream she was supposed to be there and she was a total bitch to me. She had like 5 friends around her age, mixed genders, and they were all pretty much onboard with her. I don't remember much about that part. What I do remember is...
I murdered 6 people with a machete. I just straight up cut their fucking heads off. Then the 7th one I shot in the head and the heart. At that point I was so concerned with what the hell I was going to do with all the bodies that I woke myself up thinking about it.
Right, so... The first one, I don't remember all the details but the first one (the girl herself) and I were getting pretty heated and it was to the point that she was about to try to off me herself, so I magically pull out a machete which I just happened to have in my back pocket or something, cause that was perfectly normal in my dream... and I cut her head off. Then one of her friends came in to check on her or something and I cut that one's head off, then 2 more... then another, and then finally the last one of those 5.
The last one was this big buff black dude that looked like he was wearing a shoulder holster and crap... he came out of my mother's room to check out what was going on and I met him just outside her door and I was like "Hey, what's up? I'm her daughter." And then he was all like "O-Oh, okay. That's cool. Nice to meet you. I'm her boyfriend." or something like that then he was satisfied with that answer and went back to her room, closing the door.
Well, my mom in reality doesn't date black guys so that's a whole different topic (then again, I don't go around massacring people with a machete either...), but I did feel pretty bad about killing him. He was older and seemed more mature and like he was probably a pretty good guy. I just didn't think he'd react too well when he found out I just massacred 6 of his friends - cause they were there with him. So anyways, I got a key, snuck into my mother's room in the dark, then flipped on a lamp and since my eyes were already adjusted to the dark I was fine but they were freaking out in that "amagad, light... I'm gonna melt!" type of thing where you can't really see when you go from total darkness to sudden light... and as he sat up I shot him between the eyes and then in the heart.
At which point... I explained the situation to my mother and told her we were going to have to dispose of the bodies and not to let let him bleed on her bed too much cause we were going to have to wash everything their blood touched with bleach. And... depending on her reaction, I'm pretty sure I was prepared to kill her too, but she either wasn't too upset or my mind skipped that part.
And then well.... that's when I was so concerned with what the hell I was going to do with all the bodies that I woke myself up thinking about it. Once I got over what the hell I'd do with the bodies and realized it was a dream I was pretty confident that I was a total badass in that dream just then.
If you're curious, the half-conscious answer my mind came up with for the bodies was to put them in trash bags then drain them of their blood, then clean up the mess, then butcher them into ground meat and feed it to dogs, and then the rest I'd melt in a forge which I was going to build which I was going to clean out with acid afterwords.
Yep..... I'm no Martin Luther King, but I had a dream. Turns out that I was a total fucking serial killer, but hey... can't help what you dream...