fatvegan

From time to time I have dreams about crazy people with knives. As often as not, they're out to kill people I'm fond of. Normally in those dreams I just get frightened, and run away or I wake up before anything really violent happens. I had a dream a few months ago (I think) and there was a crazy person with a knife wanting to kill us all. I had a chance to kill him with another knife, but I didn't because it freaked me out too much. When I watched horror films, I'm always the person saying "Come on! Just stab him in the head! He's going to get up again." It always seems like such sage advice when you aren't the person holding the knife/gun/pitch fork.

But last night I had a replay of this same dream. Half way through I recognised it from before. And the same opportunity came up again. I had two knives and a chance to kill the crazy man. And I did it. And it freaked me out. I woke up straight away, lying in bed wondering what I'd done and what it said about me. I have a new appreciation for why those people in horror movies ignore my advice.