Buckle up cause this is one hell of a ride
Okay so here's the dream:
I walked into some hospital type thing with my mom and brother but there was a room to the side that looked like a doctors room but like a little smaller and I sit on a chair with my mom next to me. Next to my mom there is an empty hospital bed and my brother is in the other side of it.
3 nurses that look to be like 20 come in, 2 girls 1 guy, and they are nice and for some reason I trust them. Which was weird because I have MAJOR trust issues.
Anyways they say a few things and then they take this HUGE ASS NEEDLE and put in right in the bottom of my foot. And for some reason, IM OKAY WITH IT.
(I'm terrified of needles, they trigger my panic attacks and shit most times)
And I'm just relaxing as they are taking my blood I think. But it was okay because apparently that was the whole reason we came. But it's not for a like blood test or anything, it's for something else. Actually, more like someONE.
Two nurses leave and one girl nurse tells me that the other nurses are going to bring "him" in as if I knew who the fuck "him" was. Apparently I did because I nodded. They said he would only be there for a little while and that she would be in the room with us incase he gets any ideas.
So then, the other girl nurse and the guy nurse come in and they have this, I'm thinking like, 4 year old little boy. He has blue eyes that look sort of, off. He has blonde hair that is so bright it looks almost fake. They come and place him on my lap and the 1 girl nurse and guy nurse leave, closing the door behind them.
I turn to the boy and we make small talk, as you know, one does with a lil kid. And btw I'm great with kids so yeah lol. So we talk about him and stuff. He then kisses my cheek and head and ya know gives kisses because that's what little kids do.
He tries to kiss my lips and I turn my head and he keeps trying and I keep turning my head because this ain't my child I can't just let him kiss my lips.
Anyways, I then kiss his forehead and he smiles. He's a lil chonk but it's more like baby fat that he would've outgrown. I then ask him an off-topic question.
"Do you want to kill us?"
He looks around the room. He points at the nurse first and says "I want to kill her," then at my brother, "I want to kill him," and then my mom, "I want to kill her." And he was being dead honest.
He looks at me and goes, "I don't want to kill you. I want to stay with you so we can play forever!!!" And I just kiss him forehead as he hugs me because ya know, THAT'S A TOTALLY NORMAL RESPONSE!
Anyways I look away for like a minute or two so I can talk to my mom about something stupid. I then look back and I panic a little because I'm like "Mom, the needle isn't in my foot anymore," and the nurse did not remove it. My foot is very pale btw so I'm guessing it's from taking all that blood.
I then tell my mom, "don't just jab it back in," because 1. She isn't a nurse and 2. I didn't think that would be healthy or sanitary by any means. And even at that, the needle disappeared.
I then notice that THE KID ISN'T ON MY LAP ANYMORE! How did I not notice him get off my lap when I was literally holding him?
I then see the top of his head from the other side of the bed near my brother. I calm down a bit as he is okay.
(I didn't even think of the possibility that he might have the needle and might try to kill my brother, but that wasn't what he was doing anyways so hush)
I calmly call him over, of which he doesn't hear because my voice is softer when talking to children than my mom. But that's okay. Next thing I know, my mom, brother and I are leaving and are walking through the parking lot. It looked like the parking lot of my old doctor's place.
It turns out that I volunteered to make the kid a little happy during his last moments of life or something like that. Idk, it honestly does sound like something I would do, even the circumstances given. What are the circumstances given you may ask?
He killed both his parents.
He brutally stabbed them both multiple times. He didn't care that he did that.
They were taking blood from me or something, idk, to I think mix with something and inject in the kid or something. My needle may have already been attached to the kid and injecting my blood into him. Idk. Maybe.
But basically they were like, practically euthanizing him. Which, if this was a real situation, I would NEVER volunteer to help euthanize a kid, murderer or not. Especially not that adorable lil chonk who wouldn't have even killed me. My family maybe but not me.
Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't have ever wanted to have been in the same room as him in the first place. But I was glad I made him a little happy before he died.
But the pain. The pain felt so real. I could feel the needle in my foot. I could feel it as I made sudden movements. It didn't just feel like dream blurry pain, it felt like real pain. It wasn't waaaaay too much pain or anything, but it wasn't just a little pinch either.
So anyways that was my weird dream. Why the hell I dreamt that, I have no fucking clue. Like, what the actual fuck.
Summary: a 4 year old brutally stabbed his parents to death multiple times. He said he wanted to kill everyone but me so we could play forever together. He was adorable and sweet to me, but he still killed his parents. I gave the nurses my blood so they could euthanize him.
That's it.
Thank you
