Had a dream where I was killing Brett over and over again. He wouldn’t stay dead, no matter how many times I would kill him. Why was I killing him? Because I wanted to hide the fact that I killed him the first time. The dream started where I accidentally stabbed him. He yells at me, and I am afraid. Afraid that people will find out. Afraid that he’ll scream for help. So I kill him and hide his body in a closet.

Friends come over right at that moment. I am afraid they will find the body. But then I see him again, standing amongst them. Brett Graham. He knows I killed him. The look in his eyes tell me so. Friends leave, he stays behind me and asks me why I killed him. He gets louder and louder, asking why over and over. I beat him to death with a hammer and drag his body over to the tub. Friends come again. This is a messed up dream no? My hands are stained red and I am so afraid they’ll see, but no one notices. Then Brett returns again, although moments before I had stuffed him in my tub.

Long story short, I kill him over and over again while he continues to scream “WHY?” at me after everyone leaves.

I told Brett about this dream. He tells me it’s fine as long as I didn’t have morning wood.

Well, I’m not going to lie.