You're caught

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I walk out to the cars around my backyard. There was a person or two in each car sleeping. I grab some clippers and slowly move the clippers through the cracks of the window to the back of each persons neck and move quickly puncturing the back of their head with the clippers making them die. I do this to about 5 other people and a baby then walk inside to my kitchen. The clippers turned into scissors and I start cleaning the blood off of them. My sister walks into the kitchen while i'm doing this so I walk to the laundry basket that's next to the basement door and drop the scissors in it. My sister goes to work and I head upstairs getting ready to kill myself up until I get the notification that a song artist published a song about murder so I decide not to commit suicide and I continued on with my day. The bodies are found and the artist goes to jail thinking it was him, I was off the hook. I go to my cousins and we mess around like normal kids do, I hear things in group chats that people at the church have died and are all thrown outta wack that someone so cruel would kill a baby none the less. The dream ends up cutting off and I'm off the hook. I fall back asleep but the dream continues. I'm in my neighbors front yard as I see the cops pull into mine. One of them walk over to me and my mom telling me I'm going to jail so I just look at the cop and say "I should've just killed myself." The cop takes me to the house and tells me to go grab some things I want to bring with me to jail. I walk in my house, the kitchen is blocked off and so is my brothers room. I collect my things from my room and go into my brothers room saying I'm going to jail and asking for a last hug, I hug my brother and sister then say I hope they visit me in jail before I kill myself. The cop puts me in the back of his car while I just smile.

I woke up from these dreams this morning hella disturbed more then anything because I wasn't fazed when I killed let alone got caught and the only reason I didn't kill myself in my dream is because I don't think my brain would let me get away with it.

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