I can remember many of the dreams that I had last night.
The first one was lovely. It was Christmas day and I was at a bar where a the bartender babe had knocked off and bought me a drink then we spoke all day, flirting, touching, almost kissing etc. Although I left him without even a number exchange and only a kiss on the cheek.
That turned into me finding a smattering of guy friends from all different groups living together and me looking for the babe, still a nice dream….
Then somehow, some fuckhead of a guy turned up that I somehow knew and he was going to beat the absolute shit out of another friend because he supposedly did something wrong. I had to sit there and endure the torture that was played out on the victims body, but mostly face, with implements such as knuckledusters, screwdriver, bare fists and finally, a hammer, at which point I think i woke myself up, because I couldn’t handle much more.
I didn’t know I could think up such horrific things! Or that such a nice innocent dream could turn so wrong.