Dream a little dream of hell.

I don't normally remember anything about my sleep/dreams. But I did remember a couple in the past week or so. Which, is odd, in my case. And hell, were they violent.

The first one was still quite straightforward.

There I was, at this wholesale market place. Daytime. There were quite the level of hustling & bustling going on. But thing is, these people were trading in the black market. Fish, vegetables, meats. I don't know why, but I was tied up. Then came this tourist family who were sightseeing. I think I tried to get help from them, but the boss found out. So, I got my (left?) thumb chopped off with a cleaver. I remember waking up to check my thumb. It was quite the vivid moment I was having in the dream.

The other one... Ugh. It was even more violent. Somehow or rather, I was at my uncle's place. There were a few other people too, a group of us. I do remember this girl in front of me too. A war was going on outside. Suddenly, we had to go into hiding (I assume it's 'cos there were people coming in). Everyone climbed into this cabinet. The girl went in last. There wasn't enough room for me. So I closed the door behind them & hid under/behind the dining table. And I could remember that I was hoping for a miracle that I wouldn't be spotted. Because honestly speaking, it wasn't much of a hiding spot. Next to being out in the open. Anyway, came in the enemy soldier, who turned out to be a... Erm... Previous classmate of mine. Kenny. Kenny Ng I think it was. Secondary 1 & 2 classmate. Chubby boy, kind of made fun of in class. But he looked different in my dream. Somewhat same face, but bulkier (instead of bigger) in build. I think he recognised me. Didn't get shot. Another fellow came in, sporting the current SAF uniform. Now things start to get weird.

The... SAF soldier had Kenny at gunpoint. I had this small kitchen knife. Pairing knife if you must. So what happened was this. I slitted the guy's throat from the back. He fell forward & wasn't quite dead. I slitted the nape of his neck. Still struggling. I then proceeded to insert the knife from the "incision" I'd made at the nape of his neck, and sliced & sawed (it was a small knife after all) my way down his back, along his spinal column. Even then, he was struggling & somehow trying to reach for something from his front pockets. I had to step on his hand to stop him from doing that. Even after cutting him up that much, still wasn't dead. I continued to slit his throat a second time. This time, much bloodier. Blood was all over my hands. But still not dead. I gave up. He managed to pull out a watch from his pocket, and then asked, "I'm not at the beach am I? This is happening for real, isn't it? I don't want to die, not here. I've still got things to do." And, he died. I replied to his dead body, "Don't we all." And Kenny was just standing there, looking on in disbelief. Then I woke up.

That was just this morning. That violent dream was just so very vivid. The description I had is doing injustice to what I actually saw. It was Saw-esque. But more real & well, real. And... The worst part? It was somewhat of a lucid dream. So... I was actually making those choices to cut up the poor fellow. Hmm. Bizarre.

Anyway, here's to the start of a new semester (and hopefully the last & final one). Starting the process of my dissertation. And... Hope all goes well.