Last night, I dreamed that I was dying. Tonight, I dreamed that I killed someone.
I don’t remember a whole lot about it at this point in time. I do remember that some person was trying to kill me. In self defense, I killed him. I don’t remember how I did it, but that I did. I remember feeling all kinds of upset and thinking that I should die.
Ok, two nights strange and powerful dreams in a row. I think I’ve had enough for a while.