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2015-12-23 06:01:30 Post No. 10973
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2015-12-23 06:01:30
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A few violent dreams that I'll sum up as concisely as possible without being too masturbatory. I'd just like your interpretations.
First part, I killed my mom. She did something to piss me off, which is a running theme whenever my mom shows up in my dreams. But this time, I kept pursuing the fight. I kept shoving her like some street thug and yelling into her face. As expected (in real life, at least) she got up and started fighting back. She's a real demon of a woman.
This is where I started to tell that I was waking up, because I felt fear and regret. Like yeah yelling at my mom was fun but now here comes retribution. But then for some reason I dove back in and decided to kill her right then and there. A machete popped out of nowhere and in a flash she was reduced to lumps of red meat.
I woke up and I realized that there's no point to being angry at my mother anymore. The will to fight her is my own desire to show her that I am stronger than her, but it's pointless, because I really am stronger than her. And killing her just takes away from the world and myself, because she really is my mother in the end. I felt a rotten part inside me fall away when I thought of this.
Second part: dad kills himself. I find a really neat automatic shotgun and I'm firing away at cans and whatnot, and my dad says hey that's pretty neat, let me borrow it. He takes it and disappears inside his room and I hear a bang. I know what's happened but I have to go check. There's a stream of blood coming out of his rooms doorway. I feel like going into hysterics and breaking my own arms hitting the wall but I keep going to see it. Again, I felt like I was about to wake up right before I see it, so I made a conscious choice to keep pushing on, because I had to see with my own two eyes that my dad was dead.
He was not. The shotgun was lying in the corner outside the room. The blood was there for some reason, but not because my dad killed himself. He was still visibly depressed.
