I was in my old house, in the foyer, whereupon I turned towards the living room and the bedrooms. Fear struck my heart. As I child I have had recurring nightmares about my old house, and dark creatures would come and visit me and try to change me (the spiderweb faced woman, the old man in a purple wizard's robe, the old Filipina who could burn things with her hands) I could tell dark things lurked in the bedrooms, but then immediately rage consumed me and I ran forward. A cowled, faceless figure emerged and I immediately set my fists upon it, tearing the cowl off, revealing an inhuman face (quite Protoss-like, now that I think of it), and just pounding the shit out of it. When I woke, I immediately realized that I was afraid I'd find [deleted] fucking someone in the bedroom.
But the strange thing is I felt like I had entered some stage between dreaming and wakefulness. When my rage had filled me, I felt like I had stepped out of the bonds that dreams usually hold me in, and I could do anything I wanted to.
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