One of my worst dreams ever last night. Knives, Jackie, Brook. Possibility of going to jail. For some reason, the three of us agreed it would be a good idea for me to assist in their death: stabbing them, right under the rib cage and thrusting upward toward the heart. Awful just awful. Plenty of blood.
After I had stabbed them both, I began to realize that what I was doing was horribly wrong. So I made a call to emergency. Apparently, we were all in a dorm. Because I called emergency and got some sort of “front desk”. Jason Spanel answered the phone there and thought I was kidding him. After a bit it became clear that I wasn’t. Ambulances arrived soon enough, as did police.
For awhile, I was only being questioned by the police. I wasn’t yet in jail but it was just a matter of time. They must have been trying to figure out what to charge me with. I don’t recall Brook or Jackie dying. But some parts of the dream did come from jail.
At some point before that though, I remember being on the WU campus. I was looking for Jessica Yokley I think. I went into a classroom that was taking a test and actually sort of interrupted things. I didn’t quite do it myself: some attractive brunette taking the test saw me come in and after a bit she was like, “Are you looking for somebody?” I told her I was looking for Sarah Johnson, in a whisper. Then when Sarah wasn’t there, I made to leave. On my way out, I apologized to the teacher—Mr. Buchanan, freshman high school, bio—and he wasn’t too understanding about it.
The last concrete thing I remember is being questioned again by the police. After a bit, they must have figured that I/we needed a break. They told me to go across the street and get a movie. I went, breaking into a jog soon enough. I was headed straight toward the video store though I must admit that escape crossed my mind. Sure enough, as I got to the parking lot of the place, the police started yelling. I turned around and saw that a police dog (german shepherd) was right on me. It bit into my hand. The police got there and finally persuaded the dog to let me go. It turned out that I could converse with the dog in standard English. He could say things that I could understand and vice versa.
The police apparently thought I was just making it up.
I remember two more scenes, but I have to get ready for work.
+ Basketball with (adults)
+ Lunch at the Jail Cafeteria
Final thought: This was an AWFUL dream. One that I woke up from at least twice. The earlier time, I woke up and wished it weren’t true but couldn’t see how it could be false: it had happened. The second time I woke up and realized that I was free from that reality.
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