The dream seemed so real. He died instantly, and as I looked at his lifeless body I felt so many emotions rolled into one: relief, guilt, sadness, betrayal, and horror. I shot him with a pistol in the heart twice. I woke up absolutely terrified. I had to think for a second to make sure it was a dream. I would never be capable of this in real life, not ever. Why would I dream it? I feel most guilty for actually being slightly relieved in my dream when I looked at his lifeless body. Things have never been right with me and my father. He was very verbally and mentally abusive to me growing up. Thus, I do carry a lot of anger and resentment.
2007-01-20
08:52:15
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➔ Psychology