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First Entry: Murder

This was the dream that disturbed me so much, that I had to make a world. Seriously. Here's what happened:

I had recently become friends with two females; they were living close to us, and I often stuck around to spend some time with their two dogs (Siberian Husky, I think?). However, recently, I was very stressed. For days I had seen a 12 year-old boy wandering through our backyard, on one occasion carrying a carving knife. I'd peer through the curtains, and finally, I freaked out-- I ran into my mother's room. I shook her awake and told her that the boy was outside again.

She anger flared, and she was preparing to rush outside and confront the boy herself. I begged her not too, and surprisingly- she listened. She backed down, and the next day I learned that one of the two dogs I liked spending time with suddenly passed away. I wasn't sure of the cause of death. But, I saw that the other dog began saddened and missed his sibling... I suspected the boy.

The two girls were leaving in a car, and I noticed that the boy was with them. Just as they were closing the door, I slid in and took a seat in front of them. I finally got a perfect look at the boy. Blonde, short/spiky hair, green eyes- very intense eyes. I dismissed the other two girls, I stared right into his eyes and revealed the fact that I knew what he had been doing for the past week. He gave me a look of surprise and brought the blade out once again.

He stabbed the girl in the neck sitting next to him- killing her quickly. He went to the other side of the car, and rushed towards him, snatched the knife out of the girl's neck, I turned it on him. I stabbed him a few times, but suddenly lost the will too. I was sickened with myself, and quickly shrunk away. The other girl, still alive, suddenly took the knife from me- she started screaming about her lost dog, and starting slashing at the boy with the knife until he was dead. The boy never made a sound.

I woke up.

I tried explaining the dream to my mother, and when I got to the part where the boy was killed, I just broke down crying. I couldn't fathom why I had such a twisted nightmare, and that any part of my brain, would be capable of dreaming of the violent death of a child.

I've no idea why I had the nightmare; it almost came out of no where, but I'm sure something triggered it. And the most interesting part? This is part of a recurring nightmare. I have a bunch of recurring nightmares; sometimes different things happen in a similar setting from another dream. I've dreamt about this person with the knife before- he was much older though. Last time, he tried breaking through my bedroom windows, and I had to fend him off.

Maybe this person represents something?