I had a really Really strange dream Last night, that I want to share.
Some of it I've lost, and I know it was crucial to who this person was, or why they were walking home with me, but yeah, Its hard to go into it b/c there is a void. Just something about a pay phone and stuff.- or maybe that was later...any ways..
I was walking down this street, walking home [it was actually the house I'm in now, but the street was a little longer] and I'm walking with this guy, and were talking and everything is fine, but then i realize its not. He's getting kinda hostile and stuff, and I get a weird feeling about him, so I like run inside and lock the door. I'm kinda telling mom about it and stuff when he knocks on the door. She decides to open it to hear what he has to say, but before she lets him in, I grab a steak knife from the drawer [the door were at leads into our kitchen] and i set it on the counter where I'm standing, which isn't near the door at all. So he comes in and hes like all apologizing and stuff, and I walk to the counter near the door, with out my knife, and I get this really weird feeling about him again, like that hes BSing, so I reach my hand kinda quietly behind me and im grabbing for another knife, b/c i don't want him to know, and he gets up from the chair he was at, and [all this was in a split second so forgive the fuzzyness] he makes a move for my mom with a knife in his hand, but I lunge at him, and I slice his neck [on accident] and then all the sudden I'm filled with such fear and anger that I shove him out the door to the driveway and the road and I stabb him twice in the back, very deep, like beside his spine and I shove him down in the middle of the road and run inside. I tell mom to Call the police and report a Murder. At this point I'm shaking because not only was our life in danger but I took someone elses life, and My mom decided not to call the cops,b because we'd have a better chance at pleading self defense if they weren't called [okay so that makes no seance but it happened] and I'm shaking and crying and my Dad tells me he's proud of my quick thinking, and I go to check on mom, and all she has is this little prick in the center of her hand where he tries to get her, but she and I caused the gash in his neck. So I go to the PC room, [right next to the kitchen] and I'm looking out the window, and I start to cry. I'm like, Dad, He's Not Dead. This kid is starting to get up, despite the fact he's almost bled to death, but he's having a real hard time. [btw i left the knife in his back when i shoved him to the street] and hes stumbling and just trying to get to his knees, and he slowly starts to walk off, only collapsing every so many feet, and stuff happens after that but it got fuzzy again, and all i remember thinking is shitt he's not dead, which means he may come back...
I had this dream after last nights shitt. I understand a lot of it, I just didn't like it. It makes me feel uncomfortable really. *sigh*