Ok so in my poetry thread I wrote a strange poem about fighting alot of people and some demon bests too. Well, that came from a very disturbing dream I had that, until recently I have been reluctant to share. But here goes nothing I suppose:
I woke up in some run down, crumbling house. There was alot of noise outside and as soon as my vision cleared I could see the house was on fire. I ran outside the front door and into the street. There was bodies everywhere and smoke and explosions going off. On one end of the street was a company of soldiers wearing blue outfits of some kind and on the other was another company, except they had these demon beasts and they didn't look like normal men. They were taller and broader and kind of grotesque. Well, the two groups clashed and the blue guys were getting slaughtered by the beasts. The other men hadn't even engaged yet. I couldn't sit and watch these guys getting destroyed anymore, so I jumped in. I grabbes some of the beasts, which were bigger than me, by the throats and slammed their heads to the ground, punching right through their eyes into their skull (I think I did this cause their heads were armored or something) . Others I just snapped their necks. It was quite graphic and bloody and I'll spare you the more gruesome details. Then when we had killed most of them, the other men rushed us. I was faster than them, of course, and killed them very quickly. The thing that bothered me was many of them were just fleeing from me, but I was merciless. I was bloodlusting and on a rampage. I drank from a few of them too. Some begged for me to spare them and I killed them anyway. Usually quite cruelly. This went on for what seemed like hours. Then after it was all done I looked around and I had not only killed the enemy company, but everyone else as well. To include women, children, animals, it was all dead. Then people came from out of nowhere and picked me up and cheered me and made me to be some f'in hero and some guy held up a scroll or list and unrolled it and sai this was how many I had killed and the list just kept going and going and everyone cheered more. I made them put me down and walked to the edge of the death piles I had made and cried. Not only cried bawled, sobbed. No one seemed to care cause they were all having some stupid party behind me. Then the sun came up, both in my dream and in real life, and blinded me, and I woke up sobbing. This is something that has disturbed me for a long time and i have no idea what it means. Its one of the most vivid dreams I have ever had. I also woke up to find I had broken some stuff in my room too.
