k, so i felt like writing these down before i forget. last week was very interesting dreamwise. i think the 2nd one i will list here has scarred me for life. *chills* i know i already told most of you who would be reading this, but i wanted to put it down for my lack of excellent memory. so here we go. i'll start in order of appearance.

1. I think this one was from last Saturday or Sunday: So it was Linc, Peterek & I. For some unexplained reason we wanted to kill ourselves. So we were standing at the top of the steps at my house(going to the 3rd floor, not the basement), and Linc began relaying instructions. From there we proceeded to cut ourselves with knives down the middle & pull our guts out. (Lemme just say that even though it sounds like it would've been gory, I honestly did not see anything gory in this dream at all.) Anyway, there we were at the top of the stairs. Linc told us to begin cutting our heads and explained that pulling the brain out would be the final thing needed to die.(Yeah, I know. You'd think we'd be dead already, but no.) So as we were cutting our heads Peterek's mother's van pulled up & he began thinking of the people that loved him in his life, which caused a chain reaction of Linc & I also thinking of people in our lives that are important. Even still we continued and dramatically pulled our brains out of our heads at the same time...& we still stood. Apparently the thoughts made this method of suicide not work, and there we were standing with no organs or anything still alive. And then I woke up. So, I think this dream was pretty much telling me not to kill myself, but why? And why in such a bizarre way?

2. This one was Tuesday or Wednesday. It was my mother, a lady about her age that used to go to our church and myself sitting in our living room. Except the living room was still like it used to be(we had rearranged it a few days before). Anyway, we were just making small talk or something & all of a sudden came up the topic of the other lady's sex life. Nothing graphic or anything, but disturbing nonetheless. She was talking about it and I just kept hearing the word "sexually" and she was saying "I just can't provide sexually anymore," over and over until it faded away & I woke up. Lemme tell you that I wanted to scream. Gives me the chills just thinking about it now.

3. This one was the day after the previous. It was myself and another female and a male(both of whom's faces i did not recognize, but I learned from the dream somewhere that they were relatives of my stepfather's). The male was somewhat pudgy with brown short hair. The female looked about average also with brown hair, but longer of course. Anyway, it began with small talk again and for some reason I just started hating them. The next thing I know, they are stuffed in the hamper, dead. I see just a little bit of blood on the clothing covering them. I never saw the actual dead bodies, nor did I see how the died. But somehow I knew that I had murdered them with a pistol, execution style. So, there was a slight break and then I was alone in the kitchen at my house with my stepfather. He casually asked me if I knew anything about the murders. I replied with "no" just as calmly as I would when lying about if I stole the cookie from the cookie jar. I then went to my room and felt guilty for the rest of my life. Then I woke up confused, of course. Another death dream within one week of each other. Except this one about murder instead of suicide. I guess this one was telling me don't commit murder. And again, why? And again, why don't the goriest dreams I've ever had still involve no gore? Beats me.

4. Exeter beat Daniel Boone in a football game. Weirdest dream ever, hahaha.

I hope you've enjoyed reading about how my subconscious has scarred me, possibly for life.