Dreams are weird right. But the dream or rather - nightmare that I had the day before tops all for the year.

We were at war with this bunch of anti-technology people. And one came up to me. I was clutching this small rake in my hand. She wanted to attack me. So I stabbed the mini-rake in her eye. But instead of screaming and going away, she said calmly in this quiet American accent "Don't do that"

I was scared and somehow another fork came into my hand and I stabbed her in the other eye. With that I tore into her vertically down. Instead of blood and all. It's just. Squishy white stuffing that's pouring out. Ew.
She continued "It makes me feel like gasping. Then it makes me feel like itching. It's near my heart and then BOOM BOOM BOOM its gone"
She said finished just as I tore her heart out and a light in her extinguished.

Isn't that the freakiest of dreams?!! Like. I know dreams are part of your thoughts and all. But where had all that stuff come from! And now come to think of it when I write it down it sounds funny and all.

I remembered everything vividly because I had bolted out of bed and started scribbling about this dream.

Hmm. And this isnt my usual nightmare. Weird weird. Must be the stress factor. It's tempering my mind.