Last week I had a dream
that I witnessed my family murder someone—my dad and my oldest brother
grabbed some guy in a shopping mall and stabbed him in the stomach. Because I was with them I had the idea that I was
an accomplice so we took off for the mountains, where I was desperately trying
to figure out how to get us out of trouble.
I was almost certain that I would go to prison (if only because I’d
helped them escape), which scared me, but then I thought I deserved it. I actually became sort of upset when later in
the dream I got the idea that I wouldn't go to prison after all.
Anyway, in the
mountains it no longer seemed like me but a movie I was watching. The family looked and acted like a bunch of gross
hillbillies. At one point the girl propositioned her oldest brother, who
eagerly took her up on the offer. Then the younger brother, who
was a big dumb brute, got violent with the older brother, who to save himself
from being choked stabbed the younger brother in the neck. Very yucky. The only good part of it was that it somehow felt like the family wouldn't get away
with what they’d done.
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