First dream:
There was someone going around slicing people up. For some reason, I pissed off some dude that owrked at blockbuster, and I overheard him telling another kid that they didn’t have keys to lock up that night. I snuck in while the kid was closing the store up, hiding behind the aisles, wondering how he didn’t notice me hiding so poorly. When he actually left, he did see me, just staring at me like he didn’t care. I motioned at him to keep quiet, and he left. Momenss later, there was a loud thud on the door. I pushed the door open and went outside, finding the dude I pissed off in a big cloak, with a Grim Reaper-like weapon. He made some stupid comments, and then swung at me, missing. I threw some shit at him. Eventually he tried throwing the thing at my neck, still missing. I don’t remember what happened after that.
Second dream:
There were4 burglars ain my house. Peter and I let them work, they knew we were home- I tried calling the operator on my cellphone in order to call the town police. Operator never picked up. At one point, one of the guys came upstoirs to check on us, and I got him in a headlock and was cutting off his supply of oxygen, he dropped his gun, and one of te other guys came out and saw this- pointing the gun at me. I told him I’d kill the guy in my arms if he didn’t take his aim off me. When he did, I let the guy go, and punched him in the face. I pulled out my butterfly knife and started waving it around, opening and closing it. I pokedthe guy I had been strangling in the face with it, and then closed it and conked him on the head lightly. He pulled out a knife as well, and I stabbed him in the side. I went over to the bathroom where the other guy had gone, when I rounded the corner he fired at me, but it was too far to the side. I jumped into the bathroom behind the guy, stabbing him in the stomach. I took his gun from his hand as he collapsed to the ground, and headed back out to the den. The girl that was with them came up through the living room wiith a gun. I aimed at her, firing- she did the same at me. Both guns were empty. I flashed her my bali, and she turned and ran out into the livingroom. I lunged at her, and shoved the knife up her ass repeatedly as she knelt on the couch, commenting on her blue spandex.
Outside, the last person pulled a car up to the window as the girl cried and screamed in pain looking out. I don’t remember how I disposed of him.