I was with two men, one looked like he could have been a friend of my man friend, a man that goes by Conan. I was at some type of shopping center in the back left hand corner. Behind the store front was an apartment complex. A lot of wood decking. One of the men had lured a girl into the store from an online site and was planning on/had already murdered her. I was walking up the gray wooden deck stairs when the two men confronted me. I tried to play off the whole thing like I was okay with what had happened. That the murder wasn't a big deal. I just hadn't realized that I was also part of what they wanted to accomplish.
"Conan" tries to attack me. He grabs me by the waist hoisting me up. I use my leg to propel myself higher and grab onto a chandelier at the beginning of the stairs. He is now trying to strangle me. His buddy encouraging him, but not helping him. They must not of realized how strong of a will I have to live. . . to fight.
I break off a part of the chandelier, it is EXTREMELY sharp. I slit Conan from just below his navel to somewhere around his trachea. Blood EVERYWHERE.
His friend is SHOCKED. In his stupidity he tries to attack me the same way Conan did. By strangulation. I still have the chandelier part. I start stabbing him in the head and in the throat. Finally he falls. I have blood in my mouth, but I don't spit it out. Blood is everywhere on me. I walk into the front room of the store, I see that there is a taxi out front waiting. I ask him to leave and then follow to ask what is owed. It was $20 and some cents. I tell him I don't have any cash, and of course I don't think that credit is accepted in a taxi. He pulls forward and I don't remember what happens to him.
I go back inside of the store front and it now looks like someones apartment. There are two girls inside. Where they came from I have no idea. I tell them not to go into the back.. Since behind the door in the left corner is two bloody bodies due to my self protection.
One of them doesn't listen and I didn't warn them about the murder scene.
She comes back with tears in her eyes. They sit in the couch on the left of the room the TV on in front of them. I choose the floor although there is a individual arm chair right in the right corner.
Then I realize I should call the cops. In my phone I have saved under Police a name of a deputy and a number that is not 911, so instead I ignore it and call 911. It takes me probably over 10 minutes to describe to them where I am located. I finally ask someone in the parking lot what the shopping center is called.
While waiting for the cops the girls and I have a talk. They ask me how I became the way I am and they wished they were more like me. They were so scared. I told them that I am always cautious, I always lock my doors and know my surroundings. I knew what the men were up to before the realized I knew. That in its own probably saved my life.
When they arrive we are handed poster size paper and a bunch of colored pencils and pens. They criticize us for not doing this sooner. We are supposed to draw ourselves and how we were after the incident. I draw myself with blood rimming my mouth, splashes up the front of my t-shirt.
All I remember after that is thinking that I had murdered 4 people now, two of which had been an accident.
Either before of after this dream, I had a moment where I was speeding away from an intersection where I had looked over and saw an old friend from HS Jake sitting with a friend, he said hello and I exchanged my number with him, when done I sped off..
