What does this dream say about my character?
I’m lucid and standing in my kitchen. There’s a blue-haired version of me standing there too. I pet her hair and comment how soft it is! “My hair used to be that soft too, I miss it! Does that mean you’re a slightly younger version of me? *gasp* Are you me from the PAST?”
She smiles mysteriously and shrugs.
“Hey, you know what we should do?” I ask. “We should kiss. I’ve never kissed myself before.” She scoffs at me. “Okay, maybe I did that one time. But we should do it anyway!”
We kiss and it is kind of nice. Not as memorable as what happens next though.
She smiles at me after we pull away from our kiss. “You know what else would be kinda fun?” she asks as she pulls a large knife out of the sink behind me. “If I cut your neck!”
“Um, but that would hurt,” I say. My back is pressed against the counter as she leans over me, knife in hand, grinning casually.
“Yep! Probably.” She swings the knife down towards my neck, but I stop the blade with my hand. We were right. It DOES hurt.
“I don’t really wanna do this,” I tell her.
I push her off me and grab another knife from the sink. We have an intense “sword” battle not made any less epic by the fact that we’re using my crappy kitchen knives. “Come on, just let me cut you!” she taunts me.
“No way! My alarm will be going off soon and then this will be over. I just have to hold you off until then!” I’m starting to think I won’t be able to last that long, though. She’s getting more and more aggressive. It seems less like she wants to cut me now and more like she wants to goad me into cutting her. Fine, have it your way.
I grab her wrist in one hand and stab her deep into her gut. This is when my usual “berserker mode” kicks in and I go a little overboard. I rip the knife out and stab it into her chest, twisting the blade as I go, then again in her neck. My riled up bloodlust says to keep going, but she falls to the ground in a pool of her own blood (my blood?) and I sit on top of her. “It didn’t have to be like this!” I say. “If you had just quit trying to cut me, we could have had fun together!”
Before she dies, she grabs my hand and says something about making me promise her that I’ll do better from now on. Then she dies and disappears from underneath me.
(The dream didn’t end there, but that particular plot did. I had sleep paralysis nightmares afterwards as well).
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