nightmares of serial killers

The tall, slender, well-dressed blonde man with the light bushy beard stands in the outside doorway of the small condo, talking to a man who lives here. I can see in this blonde man’s eyes a certain manipulation, he is looking around obsessively for something as he chats, he has a charming smile on his face as he talks to the man. It is nighttime, and they are standing beneath the porch light. He then locks eyes with me, and I am taking in the man’s facial features very carefully from inside the house as this curious exchange happens, because something in me feels very wrong. All of my internal alarms are going off.

Suddenly the man lunges in the doorway and locks the other man outside. The man who lives here starts pounding on the door yelling to let him in. This middle aged blonde man is now in the condo with me and another woman, and has an evil grin. He runs over to the kitchen and grabs multiple knives. He starts throwing them at the middle-aged woman next to me, and I watch as one hits her directly in her neck and she falls. He lunges at her with more knives and shoves more knives in her neck. Blood starts spraying everywhere. I take a huge champagne bottle that’s on the counter next to me and throw it at him as hard as I can. It hits the wall behind him and the woman, shattering with a huge crash. He is angry and lunges at me with a huge knife.

I wake up in terror.