Dreaming
Just a quick note before work. I have been dreaming a little bit more and not remembering most of them. Last night I took a Tramadol for some sciatica pain that hasn't responded to ibuprofen. I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and when I got back into bed I didn't immediately fall asleep. I ended up in an in-between state and began dreaming. I guess it would be called lucid dreaming.
I dreamt I was living at my parents house and my brother Jeff was there ( in reality he still is) I had come home from work and went into by bedroom to find all of my possessions gone. My desk, my bed photos....everything. My brother and one of his friends stood behind me. I turned to my brother and demanded to know where all my stuff was. I went to the closet door and opened it. There were all my belongings stuffed into the closet. My desk and bed were taken apart and it was all a haphazard mess.
I wish I could remember what I said to him and what he said back but I don't. I can say that I was yelling at him and telling him he had no right to come into my room and move my stuff. He had no right to even be in my room in the first place. He responded with something along the lines of "I will do what I want and you are stupid for being upset". Like I said I can't remember the exact words but that is the gist of it.
I could feel the anger welling up. Rage just pouring out from me. The next thing I know i had ( of all things) a bow and arrow in my hand. I could see his bare chest and even see the pores in his skin. I pulled back the string and the first one hit him to the right of the upper abdomen. I stopped for a second and thought, Oh my god...what am I doing???. I only stopped for a seconfd though. The second shot hit him in the heart.
Then I woke up.
I dreamt I was living at my parents house and my brother Jeff was there ( in reality he still is) I had come home from work and went into by bedroom to find all of my possessions gone. My desk, my bed photos....everything. My brother and one of his friends stood behind me. I turned to my brother and demanded to know where all my stuff was. I went to the closet door and opened it. There were all my belongings stuffed into the closet. My desk and bed were taken apart and it was all a haphazard mess.
I wish I could remember what I said to him and what he said back but I don't. I can say that I was yelling at him and telling him he had no right to come into my room and move my stuff. He had no right to even be in my room in the first place. He responded with something along the lines of "I will do what I want and you are stupid for being upset". Like I said I can't remember the exact words but that is the gist of it.
I could feel the anger welling up. Rage just pouring out from me. The next thing I know i had ( of all things) a bow and arrow in my hand. I could see his bare chest and even see the pores in his skin. I pulled back the string and the first one hit him to the right of the upper abdomen. I stopped for a second and thought, Oh my god...what am I doing???. I only stopped for a seconfd though. The second shot hit him in the heart.
Then I woke up.
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