I had a dream that a friend of mine that I hadn’t seen in a long while came over. Imagine Joanna Dark, about 16-17 years old. In the dream, I was around 18-19. She came over, and we just sat in my room and talked. It turned out that she had run away from home, her mother just giving her too much pressure.
Later in the day, her mother came over, and started bitching up a storm. I said to her, “Just calm down a second, there’s something I want to show you.” I walked back into my room, the friend hiding in the corner. I grabbed a dragon-hilt dagger from my desk, and left my room. Luckily, the mother was facing the other way. I stabbed her in the back once, just below the shoulder blade. She screamed, and I said, “Don’t worry, it’ll be all over, soon . . . ”
She tried to run away, down the stairs. I grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her to the ground. I thought to myself, “She’ll bleed to much. Oh well.” and grabbed a sword from behind my couch. I unsheathed it and thrust it into her chest, killing her.
The next thing I know, I’m in court, in a blue dress. I’m crying because I have no clue what’s going on, but they tell me I killed someone. They take me into the back room to let me calm down, and I see a few other people there, too . . . and older man, nearing 60, bearded. Three younger people sit around him, one of them is my friend from before, another female, around 20, and a male about 23. Then it hits me – The ‘kids’ all related . . . and I killed their mother, oh shit of shits. They back me into a corner, and then I woke up.
There is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.