I went to bed around 5 AM EST I just woke up for the third time about 20 minutes ago and I feel not rested but wrung out. Most of the time I don’t remember much of my dreams but I remember good chunks of this one. It was some typical office conflict or situation I was handling and I was under stress and some person not related to any real individual I know or have ever known comes up and says a few phrases amounting to “You really suck at this. You sucked back then and you suck now” but they were so personal and pointed and mortifying I began hitting him with my fists and beat him to death. I felt him crumple under my blows and no one stopped me as I pummeled him in the busy office.
People have (I think) died in my dreams but I rarely, if ever, go after them. It’s always an accident of some kind. I’m usually trying to solve problems and handle situations but in this one I just lost my shit. So that was that… but then I had to get away because I know the police were coming me so that started an endless cat and mouse game with shadowing detectives, so I rented a warehouse to turn into a new office. I bought an ultrasonic washer and hid incriminating evidence inside it and the old YMCA couch, and I kept going out in public without pants while doing all this. And the woman who sold washers knew I was guilty. There was much, much more and by the time I woke up I was mentally exhausted.
Don’t beat people to death. It’s tiring on multiple levels.
I’ve had dreams similar to this, its amazing how in dreams you could lose your temper and kill someone in a remote cabin miles from civilization, but as soon as they hit the floor cops just start knocking at the door, asking about them.
I’ve never beaten anyone to death in my dreams, but I have thrown a couple of people off of high cliffs. Satisfying as it was, I remember dream-thinking, “Oh shit I’m in trouble now.”
ETA: I have tried to dream-shoot people but my dream-guns never work.
Interesting. My go-to dream method of killing people usually involves blades of some sort. No guilt involved, however, since I’m generally acting to save someone else’s life. If anything, there’s a feeling of exhilaration as I mark another bad guy down.
I am *nothing *like this in real life.
I’ve given up worrying if this means something’s wrong with me mentally.
Assuming you don’t have any starving pigs out back, one tip to remember is a hacksaw or circular blade of at least a quarter-inch thickness is best for handling any tricky femurs.
And speaking of starving pigs, could the authorities analyze pig shit for human content?
I’ve had fighting dreams, but never killing. Sometimes the fighting comes easily to me, while others I’m nearly helpless. It’s always for a defensible reason, though: The other guy either attacked me or someone else, and I was defending myself or them.
I did get assassinated in a dream once, though. In my dream, I was getting very politically active about one particular cause, and I guess that I was starting to become a headache to someone, because the dream ended very abruptly with someone putting a dagger through my throat. I don’t know how the dream-assassin ended up hiding the evidence.
I have no recollection of every killing anyone in a dream. Not to say it hasn’t happened, just that I don’t remember. So can I plead amnesiac insanity?
Many years ago in a very vivid dream I strangled a woman to death. I didn’t mean to kill her; I was only trying to keep her quiet. Very of-mice-and-men-esque, come to think of it. It is by far the most disturbing dream I have ever had. It took me several seconds after waking up to realize it was a dream and not a memory of something I really did.
I dream killed a guy in a fist fight in one of those so-called chili parlors in Cincinnati just a couple of nights ago—glad to know I’m not the only one.
I have a reoccurring dream when I killed someone (usually multiple people) in the past and the police are hot on my trail so I keep having to dig up remains and keep moving the remains. I don’t know who they are or why I killed them but I do know that it happened and I have to avoid being caught. It is terrifying and exhausting although I haven’t been caught so far.
Some people also claim that you can’t die in a dream but that is false. I have been “killed” in many of mine through long falls and lots of other things. One of the more memorable ones was the time when my dad threw me a baseball except it wasn’t one at all. It was a hand grenade that went off before I could throw it back.
I noticed that, if I go to sleep when I am under a lot of stress, it basically the same as dropping straight into a live-action horror movie. Paging Dr. Freud!
Had a couple of times where I was told to kill someone in a dream and refused.
My father. Damn I’m sick of his shit. Had a dream about 10 years ago where we were in the house on the farm where I lived from ages 14-23, he pulled his shit on me and I got this ‘inner’ directive that I needed to kill him to be free. I refused. Not the way I operate.
Shortly after my separation from my ex-wife. Had a dream where I was given a bicycle and a rifle and sent to kill her. Got about a block or two from her house (in the dream, remember), looked at the rifle and went ‘NO!’ :dubious:, threw it on the ground, turned around to leave and immediately woke up.
However, I have killed many people in my dreams, including last night. Found a hidden nuclear warhead (complex and constantly changing dream) and when I tried to get it out of where it was to the person I thought could disarm it, I was beset by a bunch of people who wanted it. Shot the first guy who came at me straight in the chest. He fell, I went to shoot someone else, gun didn’t work. When I looked back at the first guy, he had turned into this little object (I can’t remember what, exactly) on the pavement.
I’ve never killed anyone in my dreams, but as a tweener, fifty years ago, I remember a very strange dream in which I was riding a grizzly bear, chasing my sisters through the forest. I don’t think I caught them though.
I do remember a very vivid dream in which I was talking with my minister, in his office. We were both seated and suddenly three guys dressed in ninja outfits burst in and shot him to death. I can still recall him tumbling out of the chair. As absurd as the dream was it felt very real, and when I woke up I was freaked out for a while. I was very glad to learn that it didn’t presage his actual demise, in a more mundane fashion.
