Monday, May 25, 2009
I had a violent dream. Apparently I was at a murder scene. I saw myself standing outside, watching from a large window which stretched from the ceiling to the floor. And yet two of me were in the room as well - an onlooker as well as the murderer (erm. male, mind you). I was wearing a tuxedo, shaking hands with another man wearing another tuxedo (white), smiling in the ^^ way. He was also smiling. Without releasing his hand or changing the smile on my face, I rammed a knife into his.. ahem. Burgundy blood blossomed on his white pants. I smiled wider as he fell away with the utmost expression of shock, the expression you have when you finally realize that the person you were closest to betrayed you. Red liquid splattered like blood onto the murderer's face, onto the (twenty) angels (or demons) who were watching from the room next door (which was full of white bunk beds). The angels' (they were dressed in white) night gowns were blood-splattered and white feathers floated around them as though they were suspended in water. Their faces had no features and they simply stood there.
Well. What troubled me the most is that I didn't feel anything at all when I watched that man die slowly, excruciatingly. Nothing at all.
Only a smile.
