Posted on: 2015-01-16 by olintjandra

Last night i dreamed about me, being a massive murderer who killed anyone like a madman IMD. The first person i killed was my aunt in my grandfather's house. ( But in real life, i have a good relationship with her.). After I finished her and brought my half-knee length black combat book on my hand, someone chased me. So I ran away and climbed a small building.(I didn't put my boots on, but I wore a pair of socks with my school's emblem on both side). At the roof, I looked down and found that the person who chased after me has gone. So i put my boots on.(Well after that I kinda take a look on my attire and found that I was wearing white shorts with white sleeveless T shirt and a pair of black combat boots. The weird thing is: after I killed my aunt, I didn't find any blood stain on my shirt nor my hand. I also didn't find any weapon I used before. But I killed her bare handedly) When I stepped up to another roof, I sense a presence behind me and I kicked the man behind me. I turned around and found that the man was the same person who chased after me before. Feeling a grudge toward him, I kicked him hard and he fell to the ground. And he died. Seeing that man died, I grinned. A psychotic grin. I didn't wipe out the town alone. I was doing it with 3 or 4 friends. So we looked like a bunch of psychopath or something. But in that dream, even though I have killed many people, I felt no emotion like sadness, guilt, or angry. Well sometimes i felt a little spark of joy like these all of murder things were a part of a game. And after almost all the town's sane citizen have been killed by us (the psycho amigos), we went to an abandoned building and met several people who were a murderer group, just like us. So we asked to join in. Soon after that, we created a murderer organization and many other groups joined in. Later, I felt a curiosity over a man and started to stalk him (cause I thought that the man was suspicious and a danger to the organization). And I also asked a closed friend to stalk him with me. After several times, he walked to a dead end alley and turned around to face us. I walked to him and questioned him about his role or nasty job that can bring danger to the organization. But he just smirked and told nothing. My friend, who stay closed near me, pointed a shotgun to him. I shouted to him to answer me. But he still smirked and that made me wanna punched his smug face. Then my friend shot near his head, just to warned him. After that he pulled out his gun from his pocket and he also pointed his gun to my friend. Then they shot at the same time, but he was faster than my friend and my friend has been killed by him. I caught my friend and put his head on my lap. And I cried. I hugged his bloodstained upper body and cried more. Then I felt angry. I turned my head and glared to the man who killed my friend. Well, he just standing there and smirked. After that, 5 or 6 people from the organization came. They discussed and stand behind me. After my emotion back to normal, I carried my friend and walked slowly to the crowds. I was questioned by some people about my job in what division in the organization. (I forgot what my job's name. But I worked in the investigation division). Then the man who killed my friend passed by and I glared him. He just walked away and after that I woke up from this bizzare dream.