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My father already died, actually.

I had the feeling you'd bring up the Oedipus Complex. I don't remember thinking about my mother when I was pulling the trigger though. Being subjected to a childhood of much mental and physical abuse from papa, I guess I'm only still a bit bitter. I don't think he ever realized how much he affected my life.

Adios

Unfortunately, I was unable to remember all the interesting dreams I had while I was ill.

There was this one dream in which I was a serial killer, it seemed. I murdered a person I can't recall. When the cops got on to my trail, I proceeded to get rid of the evidence. I paid a visit to my friend, and gave him a tupperware container of human guts. For dinner. Then I said goodbye and the rest I forget.

Adios.

Ahh, the first dream in a long time of which I have sufficient memory to recount in this thread...

I was in a port city in the midst of a great big storm, not quite a tornado but raining and blowing really hard. With the storm thing going on, the town was also coming under attack from mutant dogs, cute dogs who suddenly transformed into gigantic (twice the size of a man) beasts with muscular, dull gray bodies. Anyway, they were chasing us, and I was running along a boardwalk by the ocean with some strangers. Some of them got eaten, it seemed.

I managed to get off the boardwalk into some seaside cafe or some bar, where I saw others hiding. Some other stuff happened which I forget... All of a sudden, the storm lifted, and the killer beasts were cute and furry dogs again. Then it was strange.

I went around the city with a lead pipe and gave each dog I saw a good two whacks on the backside, all of which resulted in huge welts that supposedly prevented them from mutating again. The dream ended when I saw a pug that looked very scared, tried to run away, but I caught him, and gave him the customary two whacks.

I actually had two dreams last night, both of which I remember, which is quite strange. I'll just detail the second dream which I experienced immediately after I woke up from the first and went back to bed. It seemed very real to me.

I dreamt that I was very young again, about 10 years old. I had just woken up, and I went into my bathroom, and washed out my smelly mouth. Only when I spit out the water, there was blood.

I looked at the mirror with my mouth open, and saw my teeth were all jagged and pushing each other out of their places in the gums. I thought, Holy crap. I needed to get some corrective dental work done on my teeth right away....

Then I tried to fix my teeth with my fingers but they were so fragile so I stopped. All of a sudden, I looked more carefully, and then I saw another set of teeth behind the jagged, original set. I couldn't explain it, so I continued washing my mouth out, but I just kept spitting more and more blood.

That was it.

Hey, that sounds like a pretty exciting dream. Perhaps you desire to be a mad photojournalist in the near future.

I had a pretty exhilarating dream myself two nights ago.

Started out with my whole plane of vision bobbing up and down. I was running. On my right was a tall mountainside. I was running in what appeared to be a graveyard that was situated at the foot of the mountain, tombstones among bright green, healthy grass and the occasional tree. I remember I kept looking up to the top of the mountain, and there I saw two of my friends on horses. We were racing each other, and I was very happy to be keeping up with them. Pretty soon, the graveyard came to an end when I ran through the gates that surrounded it.

Then suddenly, it was all windy and snowing, and I remember I was climbing the flat side of a snow-covered mountain. I was really exerting myself, and when I got my hand on the top and pulled myself up, I was so happy that that was finished! My two friends were no longer on their horses, but on their feet. They looked down at me and smiled.

And lastly, we were in the same snowy, windy environment, only now we were in a valley, two flat mountainsides inclosing a very hilly space with no more than a 20 foot width. All three of us had makeshift snowboards that we then got onto and proceeded to speed through the valley. Only now, we weren't racing, but were simply trying to survive. Because there were patches of gray-ish snow that churned and churned like quicksand, only that it was quicksnow. I could feel all the movements, like a roller coaster, getting my guts jiggled around every time we went up on a hill onto to go down again, and always the constant swerving to avoid the deadly snow patches.

It was fun, I must say, but that was when I woke up.