Maniacal, Murderous Benjy

I had...a FAIRLY disturbing dream last night. I hold no accountability for what happens in my dreams. I'm not THIS unglued, people.

So, last night, I dreamed.

I was at school, I think. It wasn't my school in real life, the layout of it was different, but the weird thing is that I've dreamt this was my school before. Also, for this dream only, I think it had a bit of a Walmart in it. I don't know why. It was a dream.

Anyway, at school, I'm in detention, I think. I'm after school anyway, in an upstairs classroom. I was topless but I still had my bra on. I think two of the older students tried to rape me, or else it looked liked like they were trying to rape me when another an adult guy came in. It was a teacher at first, when it was happening, but I would later recall it as my father. I snapped, not wanting to be caught like this, and killed the two students with either scissors or a meat cleaver. The Teacher caught me doing this, but thinking I had been raped, covered for me, saying that if anyone asked questions, it was he who killed them trying to protect me. I agreed to this. He would take care of the two bodies. During my stabbing of the two teens, I had severed the hand of one, and as I left the room, I realized I was still holding the severed hand. I panicked. I found an empty book(I guess the pages were hollowed out?) and stuffed the hand in there. Ironically it was a horror book.

I guess something in me snapped after that. I don't remember what happened in between, but I think I may have killed another student, because all of a sudden there's a school-wide woman hunt for me going on (by this time school started again, I guess it was a new day). My dream-school/Walmart was huge! I still had the scissors/meat cleaver with me. Students were also hunting me down, and I encountered quite a few as I ran down the corridors. One of them actually helped me hide. I know I attacked anyone who chased after me, and I may have killed some of them too. I remember two of them tried to tackle me, but I fought them off. I knocked one of them unconscious and told the other one that if he let me go and didn't tell anyone where I was, I would not kill him. I think by that point I was tired of killing people. Might I add that throughout this dream I have long hair, which I haven't had for years.

Anyway, after the two boys, I find out that my school is part Walmart. I crawl through the clothes racks, when I discover there is a special squad of secret agents searching though the clothes racks trying to find me. I know I could take on two teenage boys without a problem, I could probably take out a handful of these agents, but there were thirty of them, all in the same area. At this point I calm down, and let myself be caught.

I'm not arrested, at least, not immediately. My mother and father calm me down, and we head to the book aisle of Walmart. We're in the horror section. I find the book that I had stuffed the hand in. The Walmart employee in that aisle notices too. She becomes disgusted, and green. I know everyone's going to blame me, so I said "I didn't do it!", because I was thinking the teacher did it. When people (including the agents) come to investigate why the Walmart woman was screaming, I kept saying "This one wasn't me!" I think about it a little more and remember it WAS me, that the teacher was just a cover up. It's at this point I think that the teacher was actually my dad, but even in my dream that confuses me a little, and I couldn't figure out whether it was a teacher or my dad. I still deny that "It wasn't me" to the agents.

At this point the dream gets a little vague, and the only thing I remember next is that someone had a black and white photo of my coming out of the classroom with just my bra and pants on, holding the severed hand. I was about to make an excuse for this photo when I woke up thinking:

"Did I watch Silence of the Lambs or something last night before I fell asleep?"