Last night I killed a guy in my dream. Finally! It felt so good! Generally, when some guy attacks me in my nightmares, I can’t fight back. It’s like punching a pillow in slow motion. I can’t move. It drives me nuts. And then I’d wake up. That’s not acceptable. I don’t like not being able to defend myself. I’ve always wondered why my dreams prevented me from fighting back when someone is obviously attacking me. But not this one. In this dream, I won. And the other guy died. Good! It was glorious.
Here’s how it went. I was back at my childhood home in New York. The house was empty. I was walking around and things were fine. I felt good, actually. Peaceful. Eventually, I ended up sleeping in my bed in the kitchen, which felt perfectly normal even though my bedroom was really in the basement. Whatever. It’s a dream so it all somehow made sense. I was sleeping really deeply too. I could feel myself breathing freely. I had a gun and a phone in bed with me. Then my relaxation abruptly stopped as I heard two guys outside. I could see them too. They eventually started aggressively looking in the windows and trying to get in. I was convinced they were out to get me. One was a tall, muscular blond white guy. He was clear as day. I can’t remember what the other guy looked like.
Should I call the cops? Too late! The blond dude was getting in and I had to act. Then he was totally in and looking at me eye to eye in bed. He seemed to know exactly where to find me. He was fast. I whipped out the gun and shot him. I saw his shoulder blow off entirely and blood fly everywhere. Perfect! There’s no way he survived that injury because his heart was right there and his shoulder was now gone. Great gun! I didn’t have time to check the body, though, because his buddy was after me now. But I felt thrilled. Finally, whoever controls my nightmares let me fight back — and win! I didn’t feel bad about him whatsoever. Anyone who breaks into my home at night and goes after me will die. Period. Even if I lose, I’ll do as much physical damage to them as possible.
I woke up from the dream just as the other guy came after me, so I never got a second shot off to kill him too. I wanted to, though. I found myself up and fully awake and safe in the basement. Whew. Close call. I concluded that I was out of that dream, but I was still all worked up from the fight. So, I figured I’d just check the windows in the basement to make sure everything was closed. Seems irrational since I was now awake after a nightmare, but many people do that, right? Then I was going to just go to bed in my regular room in the basement. But then I heard someone upstairs rattling around and also I heard something outside. What was upstairs? Who was outside? I just finished a bad dream and now in real life I have a similar situation? Can’t be. After a few moments of silence I suddenly concluded I was actually in a second dream! I literally woke up into another nightmare. I felt surrounded this time, though. There must have been multiple guys out there looking to kill me, but my immediate concern was the guy from upstairs now running down fast. I know his buddy was dead up there, so he was probably pissed. So, I decided to intentionally wake myself up and get out of there. I didn’t have my gun with me in the basement so I felt vulnerable and there were clearly multiple people after me. But I was screaming at them as a warning: “I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you!” It turns out that there were several guys outside trying to get in via the basement windows and I could see them. Can’t win this one with no gun. So, I yelled to myself: “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”
Moments later I started to wake up, which felt much like when I woke up earlier after killing the first guy in the first dream. This time, though, I found myself waking up in bed. But where? When? Was this yet a third dream? I asked myself, “Where am I? What country? What time?” I was totally paralyzed and coming out of the second dream slowly but eventually came to realize I was home and awake for real. And that was it.
Now, usually after a bad nightmare I’d be shaken for a while. Sometimes I’d actually get up and walk around for a bit to calm down and make sure everything was ok. But not this time. I won a great battle and whoever I shot is dead or writhing in pain bleeding to death back in New York. Great job! So, I just went back to sleep. Slept like a baby, too.