I had a "sorta" nightmare. Or well, it wasn't THAT scary all the time.
I was at my cousins house. For some reason, all of a sudden, there's a guy wearing KKK clothes standing there in the kitchen.
I had a split second before the guy comes at me. I get a knife and stab him in the throat, ending the brief struggle. (It was highly unrealistic - his head was hanging upside down, stuck to a small tendril of the throat. The throat itself was pretty hollow, like someone had removed all the spine and everything.)
I spent the rest of my dream tying to dump the body with my cousin. And, like is typical for dreams, crazy stuff would happen like the bag would spontaneously disappear and we would spend time running around in a frenzy trying to find it, etc.
I used to have the occasional nightmare as a child where I was being chased through the Welsh foothills by an aggressive chap with a knife. I still have no idea why.
No, it had to do with being in a recording studio, but other than that I can't remember anything else about it. Which sucks because I remember that it was really vivid.
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