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This disturbing dream I just had.
Okay....here we go.
I was in this school. It was nothing like any school I had ever been to. The layout was completely different from any school I have ever gone to. And the people were completely different. I recognized no one there. Well, in the dream (it was "first person"), I acted perfectly normal.
I just had this really f'-ed up dream. Or perhaps, nightmare. I have no idea what it was about, but I fear for my mental health.
I was in this school. It was nothing like any school I had ever been to. The layout was completely different from any school I have ever gone to. And the people were completely different. I recognized no one there. Well, in the dream (it was "first person"), I acted perfectly normal.
Apparently, I my parents had let me bring our Computer to school. It was lunch. I was sitting down in the cafeteria against the wall, browsing the internet or something similar. A kinda short guy about my age was sitting near me.
My memory kinda faults out at this point. What I do know, is that some shit goes down, and the whole cafeteria is in some kinda mess. And a little shocked. I am standing up, and most people are looking at me. Strangely, I feel no sense of embarassment.
I notice the aforementioned short guy looking at my computer.
I flip the fuck out.
I run over to him, grab him, smash into the floor, and continue to beat on him. He cries and begs for mercy, but I keep smashing his face into the floor. I do this for several minutes, till I throw him into a table, and he's bleeding and heavily bruised. The people staring do nothing for the moment. A nurse comes and takes him to the nurse's office.
I am really screwed-up right now--I follow her, scared that I may have heavily hurt him. At the office (which is covered in nice carpet and has a vaguely-asian guy working a computer for no reason), she tells me that I have hurt him so much that he has suffered permanent brain damage.
He wakes up later, but he seems to have no memory of the past events. He also seems to be developmentally delayed, or, as some would crudely put it, "retarded". The nurse says that she was slightly wrong, and he will get better--in her words, "he'll only be retarded for a few hours, then he'll gain his intelligence and memory back". I am relieved.
Then, however, she pulls out a few things. When I ask her, she gives me a horribly disturbing smile and says that she wants me to be friends with him. Therefore, while he's in that daze, she'll subconciously affect his likes and dislikes to suit me--making him like anime/manga, cars, etc.
I object to this violently--I get up and yell "You can't do that! You can't just change him like that, I never agreed to it!"
She looks at me with her creepy smile.
"I'm sorry, Israel, but, you don't get to pick your friends."
And then I woke up....
....This was truly one of the most fucked up things I have ever dreamed about. What really disturbed me is that I went utterly ballistic on him. I beat the utter shit out of him for looking at my computer. And then, even when he begged and pleaded for me to stop, I still kept hitting him.
And then we have the giant Mind Fuck at the end....what the hell is wrong with my subconcious?!
Comments
Frankly, I'm more disturbed by the nurse changing his identity than the fact that you were beating the shit out of him, which probably says something about me as well.
Your brain is probably trying to tell you that you're overly possessive and temperamental and you should get that in check before something like this actually happens. I'm no therapist, but that's my guess.
Are we required to have all posts we make "contribute something useful"?
I do not agree with your foreign policy.But srsly, I wouldn't worry much about it, it sounds like just another creepy dream.
Also, in b4 Sigmund Freud sockpuppet.
Probably just a weird remix of fiction consumed recently and things you've been pondering about consciously. Maybe a small amount of guilt about cutting of the lolicon bro. Reading too much into this stuff is fun, but ultimately won't net you any deeper self-insight.
If you get creeped out by having an excessively violent dream, that's actually a good sign.