(Dream Journal) Lust and a Hankering to Murder
#1 of Dream Journal
This is from a dream I had earlier today during a nap.
(Title) Lust and a Hankering to Murder
(Author) RachelTheFictionkin
(Date) Wednesday, December 23rd, 2020
(Content Warning) Knife Usage, Blood, Violence, Sadism, Possession
I had taken a nap for the afternoon and had a dream. In this dream my mother and I were staying over at someone's house. It was winter and snow covered the ground outside and it was night. Some guy came by and allowed himself in the house. I didn't think too much of it as he possessed keys. I think he was a relative of the person who's place my mom and I were staying at. The guy looked to be in his late 30s. He was white, clean-shaven and stocky. He smiled at me began to talk while my mother was finishing up her business in the bathroom. He spoke about casual things like how the weather was. He then asked if my mother was in the bathroom. I told him she was, and he waited for her to come out.
My mother exited the bathroom and her and the guy exchanged hellos whilst he made his way past her to go in the bathroom. Moments passed and the guy came out. I watched him appear from behind the door, still with a smile upon his face. At that time I took notice of his right arm. It was slightly shifted towards his backside, but I could identify something that looked wrapped in grey duct tape on his hand. It looked like... a knife! I became extremely nervous as the guy inched his way closer to my mother who was on the other side of the couch that separated the two of them. When the guy looked elsewhere to admire some paintings on the wall, I whispered to my mother about the guy having a knife. She reacted instantly and made her way out the front door. The guy trailed behind and I followed trying to persuade him to stop. We were now outside as he approached my mom again while she was about to get into her car. He lifted up his right arm with the knife tapped on it as I instinctively clutched a hold of his wrist. I screamed at my mom to drive away.
She left, and I was still holding onto the guy's arm trying to prevent him from slashing me. Some people by the road saw and called the police after I yelled for help. A transit bus stopped by in front to see what the commotion was about. I was growing exhausted, and my hand was sweating in fear. I couldn't maintain my grip and resist this tank of a man any longer. It was as if I was emitting a warning signal. I could sense my headmate, Zack, rushing in to take control of my body. Eventually overwhelmed with strength, Zack expelled the taped knife from the guy's hand and hurled it into the snow.
"I ain't gonna let you hurt her!" were the words he shouted from my mouth. Zack was in absolute possession now. He seized both arms of the guy and flung him over our head onto the slick, ice-covered pavement. THUD! The driver of the transit bus opened the doors and rushed down to witness what was happening. Zack smirked at the guy on the ground feeling powerful. His smirk promptly became a scowl, disgusted at the human who laid there helpless.
Zack: "This is what happens to those like yourself who try to hurt my girl."
Zack's scowl soon went back to a callous grin. He snatched the man's head by the scruff of his neck and struck it across the door frame on the bus. The initial blow caused the glass of the door to crack. He chuckled as a surge of carnality filled us. I wanted him to do it again, desiring it. I wanted to feel the adrenalin pervade my body. Zack could tell that I wanted more, so he thwacked the man's head onto the glass multiple times until it broke leaving shards penetrated into his cranium. Blood seeped out from his skull and by this time he was unconscious. Zack laughed as I bathed in pleasure to the sight of the blood that stained my hands and snow. I didn't want Zack to stop. My mind was screaming for him not to, and I knew he detected it. Therefore, he continued throttling the unconscious man but ceased when the cops drove up. By this time I had woken up.