The Violent Dream

Last night, I had a dream. I was in a dressing room at a store, and I was about to try on a skirt with a shirt and a jacket, when a man I didn't know just walked in my dressing room. I asked what he was doing there, and he didn't answer. He shut the door, and pushed the button on the handle to lock it. I said "Let me out", and he laughed and said "You aren't getting out of here".

So I lunged at him, kicked him in the balls, grabbed his head, and started smashing his head into the wall. Repeatedly. And kneeing him, and kicking him, and generally beating the living crap out of him until I saw blood, and gray brain matter. Then I went around him, opened the door of the dressing room, pulled him out and onto the floor, where I told someone to call the police, and then started pounding his already destroyed head into the ground.

And I was so scared. All I could feel was this almighty fear, that I had to protect myself.

My mom was there, and she said "What did he do?"

And I said "He wouldn't let me out of my dressing room, and I was really really afraid"

And she said "Well, you've done the right thing then"

Then I stopped pounding his head into the ground, and woke up.

Holy crap, that's pretty violent, what's wrong with me? I don't think of myself as a violent person, and I don't think other people see me that way either. What the? I can't seem to forget it today though.