Serial Disturbia

** The following dreams are particularly disturbing and could quite easily be classified as belonging to the nightmare end of the dream spectrum. I also want to mention that I do not believe disabled people or  people going through mental health issues can be assumed to do/or are inclined to do these sorts of things. Sometimes I really do not understand where my dreams stem from. Which makes them even more fascinating.. However, even though they are interesting to reflect upon, I do not particularly enjoy this kind of dream. Again, these are directly taken from my dream journal, so I can only go from what I wrote before..

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Aug 17 2010

The dream began with a scene of a mentally unstable man (whom my first impression seemed to be disabled - or at least slow with a condition that he would not remember everything that happened, possibly a split personality) sitting in the driver’s seat of a vehicle that was like a cross between a bus, a camper and a post truck. He had snapped out of a period of time that he could not remember what had happened and was worriedly telling some men in the back of the vehicle that he thought he had hurt someone, that he went too far in his other state. There was blood in the back corner of the vehicle, some on the wall.

The dream flashes back to the man and his friend, his friend is (technically) mentally sound, but he is twisted. Together they have been capturing people and killing them. I am not sure if they tortured the people, but they would cut off their heads. I believe word of a serial killer had begun to spread.

The man's friend worked with him, they had matching grey uniforms, but I'm not sure what their job was.

I was a younger girl (not sure if it was myself, or a character), and my friend and I had somehow been caught. (I would guess we were between 14 and 17). We knew we were in danger, and there were several weapons in the vehicle. Already my friend had kicked a large knife under a cabinet, which I think they had threatened us with at some point before. Things were a bit chaotic. We were very scared.

When we arrived at our destination, a sort of abandoned dug up construction area (dirt mounds over grown and large areas with little growth) that some people must have been using as a kind of campground. Now the two girls were tied up. I was afraid they were going to kill us slowly, by cutting off our heads with a serrated knife. The men also had guns.  I remember pleading with them to kill me quickly, to shoot me in the head. One of the men said no, it wasn't possible. (Because the heads had to be left intact). My friend and I were lying on the ground. I think they killed my friend by shooting her in the back with a kind of rifle, he was down on the ground with her. I don't know what was going on, it was all very confusing. I could tell that the men were uneasy, something wasn't the same as usual.

I don't remember what else happened. After they had finished the job, the (disabled) man went craz(ier?) and killed his friend. He never remembered hurting anyone, but because it happened in the vehicle he saw the blood when he came back to himself.

In my second dream there was also a serial killer on the loose. I was once again a young girl, I think I met the serial killer at one point (or at least I thought he was), (he scared me, and creeped me out). I vaguely remember there was a kitten involved and maybe water, I was worried he was going to hurt the kitten. But he didn't, and I think I took the kitten with me. This took place in a suburban area.

The circumstances were very strange in the dream. Five people lived in a strange house (in the entry room the wall looked unfinished and there were papered over holes in it, the paper had been punctured in some of them) together, supported by the man of the house (a man very like Drew Carey, but not as jovial or funny). I think the man's wife had died. There were three children (one was my character), there was also an older girl and a younger boy. I'm not sure if we were actually all related. The older woman in the house might have been the man's mother, but she looked after us.

It was very strange. The older woman was kidding with us that we would get rid of the man because he wasn't taking good care of us. It was like we were plotting to murder / or have him murdered. Later when he confronted her she revealed that she had only intended to call the boy's real father to see if he could support us. The man was angry and upset saying that the boy's father couldn't possibly support us half so well, and she felt bad.  

That is all I remember. The first dream was very disturbing and frightening, the second was just strange. I think that I had these dreams because we (Tara, Jason, Jodde & Myself) were talking about morals, murder, handicapped and psychotic people at the community garden. (Drew Carey was in there because Steve watches “who's line is it anyway?” frequently these days).