Too real for comfort.

I had the worst nightmare yesterday. I dreamt that I killed two guys. Yeah I killed them.

I think I stabbed them in the back when they were doing something. And I was thinking of ways to dispose of their bodies. Eventually I threw them down the rubbish chute and the waiting begun. What was I waiting for? I was waiting for the police to find me.

Because no one ever get away with murder. Even if they do get away, they'll probably drive themselves crazy because they took two innocent lives away without authority.

And while I was waiting, I was actually thinking if I should go down to the dumpster and try and burn their bodies or bury them. And I thought to myself, what if the garbage man had already found the bodies and called the police? Then I should probably run away. And what if I get caught? I would have to go to jail and get caned in the ass. Or worse, I would get the death penalty. I was driving myself crazy in the dream. So crazy that when I wake up, I thought it was happening for real. I felt the rush in my body, the agonizing wait that I had to go through, the millions of thoughts that were running through my mind.

When I woke up, I was so glad it wasn't real. And all these while I thought that killing people would be so easy. What an unpleasant surprise.