Dream #6

 Since i talked about the last one, i thought id mention this one too, it was around the same time, probably one or two months before.

I was a detective and there was a pending case about this guy who was convicted for some crimes (i forgot what) a while back, and we suspected him for some murders that habe been happening in the area...

We had to review some footage that was captured on the baby monitor or something of him eating dinner with his family...

The camera quality was grainy and the lighting was kinda dim...

His wife had shap cheekbones, glasses, and brown hair that was up in a bun. I think she was wearing a dark green, tight, cortoroy like long sleeve shirt.

She was at the end of the table, next to a bookshelf against the staircase.

Her kids —one boy, one girl, both blonde, the girl had pigtails— were both facing away from the guy, and the guy was facing the camera but not looking at it. He was looking at his wife. In fact he was staring at her.

And he was staring at the side of his face like he had a question about it.

And then he just casually reached up, and ripped his wifes ear off, and holy shit guys, the sound it made... 🤮

The kids stared at him, but we couldnf see their faces.

The wife stared at him, wide eyed, holding her bleeding ear (or where her ear shouldve been), and she kind of whimpered a few times, but like she was shocked, and holy crap her face, the sound she made, everything, it made me so queezy.

She tried to scream but before she did her husband just lifted one finger to his lips and shook his head.

So she stayed quiet.

Her body language suggested more than anything she was trying to protect her kids, she kind of reached an arm across them, and kinda reminded me of a cat hissing to protect its babies, but she was silent, and staring, terrified, at the man.

Anyway, later i was at the house, and he was too somehow, and me and my coworker were fucking around, passing a football back and forth, and then he came down the stairs, so i passed it to him, and then he passed it back and then i passed it to him again and he kept passing it back increasingky agressively...

And i started to back up, and i was distracted, so i missed.

And he got angry. But he just passed it back, and stepped closer.

And then i passed it back, still trying to diatance myself, and i missed again, and he got even angrier this time, but he passed it back.

This happened again, but i was backed into a corner, and this time, when i missed, he started freaking out.

He was stomping and squealing like there was a spider on the floor, and he was doing that think you do with your hands when youre singing along to a passionate song, or a song youre passionate about.

And then he hit me, and i could actually feel him hitting me, and he kept hitting me, and i kind of turtled and he started hitting me, and hitting me, and then i woke up, and i could still feel the punches for a good few seconds...

That was... a dream for sure...

Uh, maybe dont miss throws when youre playing football with a fucking lunatic.

- billie.

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