What Are My Dreams Telling Me?
Every single time that I dream and there is a car involved, or any vehicle involved, the brakes never work as well as in real life. I would have dreams in which I would be driving a vehicle and then I get into a car crash. I try avoiding the crash as much as possible, but it seems that my dreams want me to crash. I am able to slow down just enough so that the speed of impact kills the passengers in the cars except for me. Are my dreams trying to torment me?
If there isn't a car crash, then my car's brakes don't work until I've already done something illegal. For instance, in my previous dream, I was trying to stop at a red light and I was pounding on the brake trying to stop the vehicle, but I ended up running the red light and was stopped later by a cop and had my license taken away. For some reason, I later found out the points I had on my license and twenty-five points were because of animal abuse because the cops found a dead dog at my house. It was a weird dream.
Why are my dreams wanting to relive killing people over and over? Why do they want to show me that I am killer of the innocents? Is this what I'm going to become later on in life, a killer of innocents? I really just don't understand the ideas that my dreams are trying to portray to me.
Like in last night's dream, the setting was in a world in which potassium became scarce, so scientists came up with an artificial pill of potassium; however, they didn't fully test the pill so everyone who took the artificial pills became into mindless zombies. I was having a house party at my house, but we got attacked by a leader that was able to control the zombies somehow and they ended up capturing my friends and I and stuck us into a room that had big giant dogs in the room with us to attack at any moment.
My friends and I fell in love with the dogs and we held onto them because they were fluffy and they gave us comfort by reminding us of a time without the artificial potassium. We knew that the leaders were going to be asleep at a certain time and if we were to escape they would feed the dogs to the zombies because they failed their job, so instead my friends and I took it into our hands to kill the dogs. We collaborated for a bit and decided that biting off the bottom of their necks would kill the dogs the fastest and with the least amount of sound. Once it had gotten dark and quiet, we bit the dogs' necks and left them to die. Slowly, my friends and I walked into the room where our captures were and killed them as well and then we all ran away in our separate ways.
I got into my car and rushed away, then the scene of me not able to stop at a red light and being caught and having my license taken away was next. Afterwards, I continued walking down the street to an old western type bar that had a barn behind it. I drunk myself into sleep and woke up in their attic as the owners attended to me. They gave me some time to recover and then I'd have to be on my way, unless I wanted to get drunk again. I decided that I'd get drunk again instead of continuing on, hoping that the alcohol would poison my body and kill me. After getting drunk, I took a walk around their barn and ended up in a corn field. I walked the outskirts of the corn field and it was big enough that a truck could drive easily through it. I walked along the side thinking of everything that I did in the dream, killing the dog, killing our captures, and going away from my friends. I remember that I looted the captures and found a couple of artificial potassium pills. I thought that they would force their captives to take the pills for torture reasons, but maybe they carried them with them because they wouldn't be able to accept the way life had become and they would ultimately end their lives. I took the pills out of my pocket and held them in my hand. I was debating taking them and out of the distance car lights were shining on me. I didn't notice until they got too close to me that I didn't have time to evade. They smacked right into me killing me and waking me up before I had enough time to take the pills to end my life.
Either way, I would've died in my dream. If the car didn't hit me, I would've taken the pills, but instead the car hit me. Are my dreams trying to tell me that I feel so disgusted with my own life, that there is an escape coming soon? What are they trying to tell me?