In this dream, I have my license and drive my mom's
Saturn LS-1. Very
realistic,
very cool.
I had signed up for a
program to help
kids at my old
elementary school read. I hated
elementary school, but I was in
high school now. When I got there, they were glad to see me and said only
one other person
signed up.
I walked into the room and my warm
heart grew
cold. There he was. That
fucker. I hate
him. But I was here to teach little kids to read, not
hurt anyone...yet. The
session went on with him
inserting little
pot shots here and there, but I
endured. By the time it was over it was
dark out.
He left and I was
right behind him. I got in my
maroon Saturn and followed him all the way home with the
headlights off. He
pulled up to his
house, far
off and in the
woods. The night was
dark and
silent. I drove
past but quickly
pulled off the road. I
hid my car and looked through it. I found a
pocket knife with a 3 and a half
inch blade.
It'll have to do, I thought to
myself.
I stepped out of my
car and the
stones crunched under my
feet. I put my
sunglasses on, emptied my
pockets in the car, and put on some extra
garments in the
trunk, almost a whole new
outfit. I closed the
door and headed towards the
house. Walking
slowly and
silently, I
surveyed the area. I saw him in his
room and waited for his
light to go off. Time went by. Seemed like
forever. Then he walked across the room and his
light went
out.
Time to get busy.
I
hopped into an
unlocked window. I saw his
parents lying asleep next to me. I
opened the
knife and started
ravaging them. They didn't last
long, and the
death went
unnoticed by the other
occupants of the
house. Leaving their room and entering the
hall, I went into the next
room. His
sister was sleeping. Same
routine.
Quick,
bloody,
done. Back to the
hall and into his room. I made his
death harsh and
wrestled about with his
bloody body before allowing him relief from the
agony and into the
afterlife. The
phone rang and
scared me. I got a
trash bag and filled it with my
clothes and then ran out of the
house. On my
run back to my
car, I took a
detour and
ditched the
clothes and the
knife in a
drainage pipe. When I got back to my
car, I turned it
on and
hauled ass home. Upon
arrival, I asked a
friend to meet me at the local
plaza parking lot in
half an hour. He knew something was up and met me there. I
arranged to have him
dispose of the
evidence for
$100 and gave him the
money and the
directions to get the
stuff. I
came home and
slept.