In my dream I worked with a friend and his friend to murder random people. I never did the killing, but I seemed to keep watch or gain trust, or divert attention somehow. They seemed to be groups.
I remember coming to, realizing the evil, when we made our way into a frat house with a main chamber where everyone was, and my friend and his friend started slicing throats. There was a cute young blonde- the only female there, and I made eye contact with her, asking her with my eyes to leave with me out the door. It seemed I was afraid as well, of guys who were killing.
She saw what was going on, and slid out the door that I had opened for her, with me, and I kept watch while she got away.
The rest of the time I felt guilt for my part in these mass killings, which were done with absolutely no point, thatvI was aware, except killing. My friend and his seemed unemotional about it. They went about it like they might go about reaping a field or other work.
I remember a guy like Sgt. Dokes, on Dexter, used my computer, and I thought he might find something. The friend who was killing, I was using his car, for some reason. It was bate bones. Carpeting on the internal frame and things was gone. Stripped.
I remember coming to, realizing the evil, when we made our way into a frat house with a main chamber where everyone was, and my friend and his friend started slicing throats. There was a cute young blonde- the only female there, and I made eye contact with her, asking her with my eyes to leave with me out the door. It seemed I was afraid as well, of guys who were killing.
She saw what was going on, and slid out the door that I had opened for her, with me, and I kept watch while she got away.
The rest of the time I felt guilt for my part in these mass killings, which were done with absolutely no point, thatvI was aware, except killing. My friend and his seemed unemotional about it. They went about it like they might go about reaping a field or other work.
I remember a guy like Sgt. Dokes, on Dexter, used my computer, and I thought he might find something. The friend who was killing, I was using his car, for some reason. It was bate bones. Carpeting on the internal frame and things was gone. Stripped.