Serial Killer

Lately I have become obsessed with the Showtime television show Dexter. The show is kinda of cheesy with not the best acting, but there is something about the story line that has drawn me in. Normally I watch the show (thank you Netfilx) right before bedtime. I've been watching it almost every night for weeks now with not a second thought after I turn the television off and head to bed.

Last night was just like any other night in my house. The kids were sleeping in their beds, the dog was hiding among the pillows of the sofa, the usual bumps and noises in the house and I was snuggled in on my "pimp ass sofa" watching Dexter. I only watched one episode last night because my all time favorite show Law and Order: SVU was on until 11 p.m. and I had to get up in the morning to go to work.

I moved from the sofa, by the way if you haven't seen this sofa you truly are missing out, to my bedroom and jumped into bed. There were some things going on in the house that I was desperately trying to ignore, but the sickness in the pit of my stomach settled in and I needed to go assert my authority...I got kicked in the back...grrr... Anyway...I jumped back into bed and eventually drifted off to sleep.

During the night I kept having visions of blood splatter. For a while I wasn't sure where the blood came. I just did what any good investigator would do and follow the leads. I was in a building, room after room, long corridor after long corridor, there was blood on every surface that my eyes lay upon.

I reached a large open room that was bare of all furnishings except for a butcher knife in the middle of the room. I blinked my eyes as I moved closer to the knife. I was almost right on top of the knife. I looked around and noticed the room was white and clean. When I looked back at the butcher knife on the floor it had company...a man.

I heard voices that sounded from a distance of a woman speaking to this man. It was a language that I had heard before, but did not understand. It was Yiddish. Weird, but whatever. It sounded like the woman was telling the man what she was going to do to him and in an instant I felt the handle of the knife in my hand. I knelt down beside him, with one fast and angry swipe of my arm I was chopping off his extremities. It was exhilarating and somewhat erotic. When I finished I got up and walked down another corridor.

This same experience happened over and over again down every corridor there was another human life that I was all too happy to take. Out of all the languages in the universe why Yiddish? The blood kept pouring over the walls and the floors and I was covered in it. I loved it! Why haven't I tried this before?

As with all dreams one must wake up. I woke up feeling sore in my shoulders and upper back. Was this dream influenced by a television show or was this a dream that just would have happened without outside influences or perhaps the release of emotional anguish or one of my visitors inside my head showing me something they have done?

No blood was spilled during the blogging of this dream...