by OX4D » Mon Oct 17, 2011 8:35 am
Just a forewarning these are quite violent and vicious to the standard affairs of dreams.
In my dreams I am always witnessing or conducting or being: torturing, disemboweling, chasing, killing or incapable of defending myself. They are very realistic and vivid. If I get stabbed my mouth fills with blood and it is highly difficult to breathe - I can taste the iron in my mouth and the coagulation occurring. I feel every single stab. I am either accepting or terrified of death. If I do the stabbing or shooting it usually doesn't kill the individual and I have to keep doing it. The gun malfunctions or the knife isn't sharp enough. It causes me to be more violent to achieve the desired result.
I am either aggressor or victim. Though, it is often that I am the aggressor. Most of the time it is strangers or animals that I kill or torture. Rarely is it someone I know. I feel somewhat relieved after I realize that I am dreaming and then I can do what I want. I'm quite docile in real life, let "people walk all over me" or only because I don't care or want trouble. Trouble invites irritation, irritation induces anger and anger is the precursor to violence. I tend to avoid violence in real life.
But not for a lack of wanting to do it - indeed, it is a great struggle not to stab or shoot people whom I deem stupid or unworthy of breathing. Yes, I have a great superiority complex, and it's not without good cause. I live in the middle of no where, the South where morons don't know how to find the United States on a map let alone point out the individual states. Anyway, I believe my dreams are directly connected to my secret desire to cause the death and suffering of many. Sometimes my own dreams scare me, of what I do, of what I am truly capable of. But I feel so much better after it. I also feel that if someone finds out I will be ostracized and the very last thing I want is to be an outcast. Those on the outer rim of society never make it anywhere.
I have indulged in hunting to test out the theory of enjoying violence. I do enjoy it, however, I always want more. That scares me a bit.
So, am I crazy or just a vicious person acting out fantasy's during deep sleep?
You feel on edge, the hairs on your neck stand up on end and you feel the chill start from the bottom of your spine shutter up slowly. I'm your neighbour, friend, coworker, lover, child, parent, boss. I am no one. I am nothing but that feeling of suspicion or unease. And there are many out there exactly like me.