Had a very disturbing dream last night: for whatever reason, the country was operating on a personal I.D. that was tatooed onto every person's wrist. those with no tatoo were rounded up and being "reeducated."
My old high school friend, Tom Moseley, was at our house in Huntsville, and noticing we had no I.D. marks, was going to notify the authorities. Grabbing the first weapon I could find, a fork, I cut open Tom's throat and held him down while thrashed around bleeding out. My sister threw a towel over him to mask the sight, but I can still "feel" Tom's death throes as I held him down until he lay still.
I woke up and lept out of bed with tears in my eyes and PROFOUNDLY shaken. It felt absolutely real, and I'm bothered by how quickly I made the decision to kill. I can only mitigate that decision by saying that A) my whole family's lives lay in the balance and B) it was a hydrocodone/methocarbamol-induced dream.
That doesn't make it any less frightening for me though.
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