I should think about a proper reaction to those dreams,
currently i just am thankful for such …intersting experiences,
and record them wthout much or any emotional attachment.
("long"ass dream story)
TMW you awoke after not as much sleep you could have get…
but you got up because something hit you into the heart.
The heat and the doings with your corpse were translated into random pressure, heat and feelings of “pulling”, even minutes after gettting up.
In the dream, i was a established magician and programmer,
and i, was so kind to let my parents, brother, grandparents and other family members live in my great house.
Things went down, odd paths.
People who talked to me casually a minute ago, stared at me,
not like serial killers, but like someone who listens to you closely,
and whos eyes never, ever, winked -for entire minutes and longer was there no blinking.
~Even their motion was like overtaken by a frightenly inhuman rationality.
Out of nowhere, the sci-fi-worthy armsfacturer , killed the deal we had agreed on DAYS ago.
After long debate.
At home, my mother came in, questioning me with eyes i should have recognized for their oddity, she asked in a odd overly emotional way, but also looking like needing to hold back,
she accused me of lusting for her, and asking why all of that (supposedly) is.
I told her to igve me a few minutes to think about the gestion and odd situaiton.
Her look was that odd, she did not move in all those minutes, not even her eyelids,
she was frozen to the spot, only tilting the head and focusing the eyes.
I even forgot to answer her question, since i was to excited with a sense of dread,
and pointed out, that even my drawings could stare more intensely than her,
and that she was doing a poor job.
My mansion started to feel like a fragile boat, literally, swinging to the sides like a ship,
it started after even my grandparents developed a malignency of unknown cause.
I went out for a walk, was about to go to a brand new “happy pizza” at a place where it wasnt before a few days ago, and went to a store ~for newspapers and smoking supplies,
and something was off.
They accused me of hating them all, the descendet of a arab, with a semite nose,
his grandson and his adult over 6 feet tall son, who was more like his white mother.
First, accusing me out of nowhere, in a way i would describe for the lack of a better word,
as a “late overreaction”, then, he was blackmailing me out of nowhere, i even tried to lie about a car i just bought so i couldnt afford payng 5 grand -but he said that i could just sell the car.
The situation was getting more and more absurd, reached its peak, when the old man asked his grandson, to pick one of my eyes. (as pawn for 2500)
The two ment stood at the same place, glued there with unwinking eyes,
and seemingly not even breathing, obaserving how the child pushed against the door,
he had knifes in the hands.
I explained how this was a little tooo far fetched, said how he is a cute little boy,
but fairly unnerving, and that none of my rants in the past where more than that: rants,
a little emotional rleive via stupid words. i told that i didnt desire to kill that boy in self defence.
No one listened.
i piacked a steak knife, more like a bread-saw-thing, with spikes at one end,
and took away my pressure from the door, and way too close to me,
i catched his relatively soft (compared to adult skulls) and was surprised how deep the teethed blade went -like 2 inches.
No one even moved.
Like programmed, now the tall son of the old man was ready to attack me.
Without emotion, without blinking, without any unnecessary move to frighten me or to trick me into defending against a faked attack.
I warned him with scratching him with the spikes on the steak knife,
to no effect. No audial response. Even the blood seemed to hold back,
since nothing was flowing out.
He attacked, and i put the blade -not as much, but deep enough into his head.
~Then, i fled. Not because of necessity -or maybe i dont remember a detail like a shotgun, but i had to get out. The whole thing made me feel a nameless alarm.
As i turned from their side to ours, my heart and chest turned fairly hot.