Some random girl. She was young, kind of fat and for some reason she had come to collect for the newspaper or some other small thing. I told her to wait a second, I would get it...and then I jumped on her and strangled her down the the floor and didn't let up until I felt her body relax. I then got some knives and fileted her, putting packets of meat into large ziplock bags and packing them into the freezer. I then put what was left into the garbage can.
I went about my business.
A few days later, I realized what I had done. I started to shake, thinking about the enormity of what I had done. Of all my concerns, my protestations that I was trying to be a good person...I had randomly murdered some girl. I wondered about her family.
"Surely," I said to myself, "This must be a dream! I can not believe that *I* would do this thing." I went to the freezer and saw all the packets of meat...and realized she was not the first. I was flooded with memories of other random murders I had done.
I then woke up.
I have seriously freaked myself out. Even in my dreams, how could I randomly kill somebody?