I had a bad dream last night. It was really really bad. This nightmare, neither was the ghosts nor the atmosphere that scared me but rather it was my own self.

I dreamed myself committed murder.

In this dream, I killed 3 men all by slitting their throat, blood was dripping profusely on the floor and I watched them bleed to death. I have no idea why I did it, but I remember I felt no fear or remorse.

The only concern was how to run from the law. Fear then gripped me like a cold hand over my heart and it was more than fear, it was a pathological terror. I guess this is how fugitive feel.

Why I have this dream?
Why can't I control my dream?
Why can't I dream about my sex fantasy instead? How fun it would be then, sigh.