I don't dream much. Practic'ly not at all. But when I do dream, they're usually weird and twisted.

Last night I dreamt I was at a family friend's party at this warehouse. The place was packed with people all trying to have a good time. I was trying to have a good time too, but the quantity and the quality of the people there was just too annoying. I was getting angry. For some reason, I really just hated everyone there.

Then a little girl of around 3 was bugging me to go play hide and seek with her. I told her we were going to play a different kind of hide and seek. I told her to look for something I hid in the freezers. I took her there and closed the door, sure that she had absolutely no means of escape.

On my way back to the party proper, I passed by a guy. He saw me. I slit his throat with a knife that i suddenly had.

When I got back to the party, a guy around my age kept dancing around me. I stabbed him in the chest and quickly walked away.

Apparently, my dad saw me kill him. He grabbed me and said that people found a butchered dog in one of the hallways. I didn't kill the dog. I didn't bother to correct him because we both knew what he was thinking, and that it was the truth. I've killed people in cold blood.

We walked to the car, knowing it was just a matter of time 'til people went looking for the murderer. My dad kept flustering about where to put me, how and where I should go into hiding. I was silent as he kept on talking. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I saw a friend walk by. I called out to him, wanting to tell him that I killed people and that I probably won't be able to see him anymore. I was about to tell him but he just smiled and waved. I knew that smile. And I knew it wouldn't be the last time I see him.

Then I woke up.

This's still a strange dream. But at least it's a change from the usual cannibal zombies. Haha.