Someone attacked me and I somehow grabbed the knife from them and killed them by stabbing them repeatedly, well beyond one the point of incapacitating them, I was so mad I just wanted them dead. I did this all right in front of their son who had Down syndrome. Then a bunch of koi fish died because I forgot to get them the glasses of water that I had promised to get them, I came back to find them all dead on the floor. Then a raven flew up to me and told me that he was sad because people were so selfish and unkind to each other.

I woke up crying and felt incredibly guilty for days. I’ve always been a really gentle person and I felt like a monster for getting so mad that I killed someone, it really made me question what kind of person I was and what I was capable of. I was terrified that I would get angry in real life and kill someone because based on that dream I clearly had the right attitude for it. Puberty was such a weird time.