Violent dream

Had a bad bad dream.  Started out with being in a house with some black guy and Mikey.  He was showing us the house, I think.  I don’t really know why we were there, but we all were is the point.  During the showing, we found a body in an overhead cabinet.  We called the police, and they came out with the CSI people.  Wound up the body had been washed down with something, in an effort to rid it of fingerprints of the killer, but they found one good fingerprint.  Never said who it belonged to, but I know now.  The victim we found was a young blonde woman.

I don’t know exactly what happened next, but something tried to attack me at my car.  Not sure what it was, though the first inclination is to say dog.  But it was the black man’s dog.  I knew that much.  He drove away, and the dog-thing attacked me.  I got into my car, somehow, and killed the dog-thing.  I think maybe with a gun.

Later in the dream, we’re back in the house again, with the black man again.  This time, he’s got me at gunpoint.  He tells me to take off my shirt, so I do.  Then, he slices my back sideways across every vertebra, starting at the bottom and working his way up.  I felt every bit of this, for real.  When he got to the top, I was afraid he was going to cut my throat, but he didn’t.  He went into another room, and so did I.  I saw Mikey in that room, untouched.  I showed him my back and then told him I was going to kill the black guy.

Not only did I wind up stabbing the black guy to death, I hid his body just like he’d hidden the blonde girl’s body.  I poured bleach all over him and thought about setting him on fire, but didn’t do it.  Then I went outside and another of his dog-things tried to attack me, but it didn’t make it, for some reason.  Like it knew the guy was dead.

This condensed a lot more easily than I expected.  Felt like the dream took hours. 

LBP