Oh, shit that was disturbing.
I had a dream that I killed Patrick Swayze. He was an abuser and deserved to die. I did it by stepping on his chest and crushing his vitals under crunchy ribs. I jumped a little. My mom was there. He was very quiet when he died, alhtough he bled way too much. My #1 crush from highschool and a good friend was there as well, but they didn't know I killed him. I was terrified when he died because I knew I'd be found out. He lay in a large empty loft, not unlike the one he lived in in Roadhouse, which I haven't seen in like 11 years. This lofe was actually part of a large dormy-schoolie type place, but very ritzy. It was always sunny and there were two large lovely pools in the middle of the quad and cute little shops and restaurants and things. The dumpsters were right next to the pools, so it was gonna be hard to throw him away.
The next thing I knew he was on a giant baking sheet and wrapped in plastic. I had decided not to move him because. well, he was a big, heavy, floppy, drippy mess, and where the fuck am I supposed to put him? So I threw a matress on top of him and made a bed. A bed that I did NOT want to sleep on...ew. Then all these people came in. Some knew he was there, some didn't and a few close people knew I had killed him and I was hard pressed not to have a heart attack over trusting them enough not to give me away. Then I had to go to this stupid Home Ec. class taught by a german police woman. He toddlers were there and I got stuck with organizing their video collection. Suddenly I noticed that I was leaving little smears of blood everywhere...they were going to know it was me!
I went back to the room to figure out what I was going to do. My friend and #1 crush came in and wanted to have luch with me. I stayed in the room but refused to sit with them. Instead I tried to cover my nerves by sitting alone at a table in a corner writing show tunes. (I wish I could've remembered the words, I know it rhymed and everything!)
I finally decided that I would go buy some hefty bags and throw him in the dumpster in the dead (ha) of night. I got as far as dragging him out to the car and chucking him on the roof where his plastic wrap dripped this greasy rust-colored slime all over the roof of my white car. People looked at me funny but no one pried.
Suffice it to say I am very, VERY disturbed because A) I'm not a killer, and B) I LIKE Patrick Swayze!
I was terrified of going to jail and I just KNEW they were gonna find me because no matter how well I cleaned up the blood they were gonna use those damn blacklight thingies and know. I kept going back and forth whether it was worth it to try and get away and never return or just turn myself in thus giving myself a modicum of credibility. Either way I was guilty as sin and I knew it.
It was horrible.
You can't make this shit up you guys. Anyone like to present me with an interpretation??
Here's mine: I'm stressed as fuck right now, I hadn't slept in 24 hours and I hold a grudge on my ex who was an abuser.
Still...holy fucking god. 
I had a dream that I killed Patrick Swayze. He was an abuser and deserved to die. I did it by stepping on his chest and crushing his vitals under crunchy ribs. I jumped a little. My mom was there. He was very quiet when he died, alhtough he bled way too much. My #1 crush from highschool and a good friend was there as well, but they didn't know I killed him. I was terrified when he died because I knew I'd be found out. He lay in a large empty loft, not unlike the one he lived in in Roadhouse, which I haven't seen in like 11 years. This lofe was actually part of a large dormy-schoolie type place, but very ritzy. It was always sunny and there were two large lovely pools in the middle of the quad and cute little shops and restaurants and things. The dumpsters were right next to the pools, so it was gonna be hard to throw him away.
The next thing I knew he was on a giant baking sheet and wrapped in plastic. I had decided not to move him because. well, he was a big, heavy, floppy, drippy mess, and where the fuck am I supposed to put him? So I threw a matress on top of him and made a bed. A bed that I did NOT want to sleep on...ew. Then all these people came in. Some knew he was there, some didn't and a few close people knew I had killed him and I was hard pressed not to have a heart attack over trusting them enough not to give me away. Then I had to go to this stupid Home Ec. class taught by a german police woman. He toddlers were there and I got stuck with organizing their video collection. Suddenly I noticed that I was leaving little smears of blood everywhere...they were going to know it was me!
I went back to the room to figure out what I was going to do. My friend and #1 crush came in and wanted to have luch with me. I stayed in the room but refused to sit with them. Instead I tried to cover my nerves by sitting alone at a table in a corner writing show tunes. (I wish I could've remembered the words, I know it rhymed and everything!)
I finally decided that I would go buy some hefty bags and throw him in the dumpster in the dead (ha) of night. I got as far as dragging him out to the car and chucking him on the roof where his plastic wrap dripped this greasy rust-colored slime all over the roof of my white car. People looked at me funny but no one pried.
Suffice it to say I am very, VERY disturbed because A) I'm not a killer, and B) I LIKE Patrick Swayze!
I was terrified of going to jail and I just KNEW they were gonna find me because no matter how well I cleaned up the blood they were gonna use those damn blacklight thingies and know. I kept going back and forth whether it was worth it to try and get away and never return or just turn myself in thus giving myself a modicum of credibility. Either way I was guilty as sin and I knew it.
It was horrible.
You can't make this shit up you guys. Anyone like to present me with an interpretation??
Here's mine: I'm stressed as fuck right now, I hadn't slept in 24 hours and I hold a grudge on my ex who was an abuser.
Still...holy fucking god.
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van_goghs_ear:
yeah i think you got it right, i'm sure patrick swayze was just a fill in for your ex. i've been having some weird fucking dreams within the last few weeks too. havent had one in the last 4 or 5 days though. hopefully you're sleeping well right now without any bad dreams!! 
pmonkeyesquire:
Gnomie is so hot for it! He wants me to set up a meeting! 
