Hellish night

Hello my deceased father, are you going to help me kill him or kill me? You’re standing in front of my bed talking to me in a voice I do not understand and sounds so foreign. The image of you is so clear it’s like you have been resurrected from the dead to see me one more time, I cannot tell if I am dreaming or awake, this is so surreal. I have to say it is nice to see you again father, even if I do not know your intentions.

Peering out my bedroom window to see my expensive exercise equipment on the lawn of my neighbours house, why is it there and why is she taking it from me? Always left with more questions than answers. Flash back to an unknown mansion, I am surrounded by gorgeous people and we are at a table sitting, they are all staring at me in a bizarrely, commenting on how weird I look and all my imperfections. I’m starting to get anxious and wondering why I am here, it seems to have a pornographic scene feel to it all and am starting to wonder if I’m the sideshow of some strange audition. I then find myself in a conversation with one of the models, she is telling me who maimed me and that he’s right over there, sitting in the corner with a grin on his face, I lunge out of my chair and straight at him, my hands firmly grasp his pathetic throat as I strangle him and unveil a large blade in which I proceed to sever his head, slicing back and forth back and forth until I am manically laughing with his expressionless dead face in my hands. I am filled with joy. Vengeance.

Just a typical dream for me in my little night world :).