Had an amazingly vivid dream this monday. I remembered it very well since it was the last before i had to get up:
I work at this place, and my boss is a very attractive female in her forties. I never get to see her from a side, it's as if she is always very close to my face and smiling. I like her. I have warm feelings towards her. She invites me over, and it seems that I am about to get laid. Strangely enough we are taking a bus, weather gets all fucked up, it's suddenly very dark outside. We get out from the bus in a center of a busy city. Seems like something from an old Russian movie. Buildings and clothing are from 50's era. Everyone looks angry.
A blizzard starts. My boss/date is walking quickly few meters in front of me, and I can barely keep up. I realize that I'm carrying my cat, trying to protect her from the exposure to the freezing stormy wind. I'm struggling, people are pushing me and staring hatefully, legs are getting stuck in the muddy snow, I no longer know where to go. My cat falls down on the dirty snow and instantly disappears between strangers' feet.
My heart is pumping, I am in panic, I no longer understand what's going on. I walk, I run through few random doors, in and out on the cold dark street. I am in an old dirty building, there are many apartments, but i know where to go now. There are three people in this apartment, they are all the worst kind of filthy scumbags one can imagine. Disgusting parasites. There is nothing good about them, nothing to justify their lives.
I have to kill them all. I want to do it. This first one is a sweaty fat old ape, i keep hitting him with a huge gas pipe, he is on the ground. He covers his face, and i keep taking those monstrous swings at him. I roar, I breath quickly, my lungs are making an involuntarily whistling noise, like a wind in a chimney. I should've obliterated him to paste by now, but it feels as if I am under water - i can't swing hard enough. My pipe is too light, and i just can't kill that bastard quickly enough. I finally manage to land few devastating hits, and move to the next room. The second guy drops down instantly, I undo him: a freight train through a sheet of paper. The last one is a woman, she is taking a shower, i keep stabbing her in the back with a butter-knife. Ten, fifteen hits. She slowly turns to me. She knows i killed her and there is nothing she can do about it no more. She is raising her right hand, and there is a thin sharp blade in it. I instinctively catch it, clenching it in my fist, and she keeps moving it up and down, staring deep in the bottom of my eyes. I can't move my face away, i keep holding the blade, and she moves it quicker and quicker with every second.
I woke up here. Had to go to work.
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