I had a strange dream last night. I remember it was a long dream, but I only remember one part of it.
I was living in a house different from the one I live in now, with two male relatives who don't exist. I don't remember if they were supposed to be my stepfather and step brother, or my father-in-law and a brother-in-law. I murdered the two of them via stabbing, left the bodies in the room where they were killed, and went to sleep.
When I woke up, I could remember having killed them, but I couldn't remember why I did it. My motive for the crime was muddled - like I had killed them because they were bullies or said something mean to me. This caused me a lot of distress, because it seemed like what I had done was extremely stupid and unnecessary.
My brother arrived at the house not long after I woke up. He came in through the front door, laughing and joking around with a friend of his who had an Australian accent. I realized they were going to find the bodies, and tried to hide. The Aussie friend found them first, and reacted in shock. That was when I woke up, feeling anxious and disturbed.
