July 20, 2011

I need to start a Dream Journal

So i was having a dream and we were living in a huge house overlooking the town in the valley we grew up in. And then suddenly a whole bunch of nukes start going off in the valley, like 8 nuclear bombs which is complete overkill for that, and we knew this was happening because we were watching from the big windows in the basement (so we'd be safe from the fallout) and in order to help everyone that was in the town we stole all of the lead vests from the dentist so we wouldn't die from radiation. Then in a somewhat disjointed dream I went to my brother's house to kill him, i don't know why dude, i'm sorry, but we were both grown up and you were a cop or a detective and I was your ex-partner and we had a shootout and i shot you and then you were dying in my arms and we talked for a while and then you died and i was sobbing. And then I woke up and I was like, "Oh no, I killed him!" It was a pretty weird night.

2 comments:

Duamuteffe said...

Those dreams suck. The relief of finding out you haven't actually killed anyone after the guilt of having thought you did so is more of a rollercoaster than anyone should be expected to deal with for something as presumably simple as sleeping...

Dagdamor said...

It's possible that the part where i killed him was because of a cowboy bebop episode i had watched the other day. i'm going to assume that that is the extent of my subconsciousness