One that started out like a common type of anxiety-induced nightmare, but then revealed an amazing twist that turned the narrative on its head.
This morning I dreamt that these two characters, a young man and a young woman, were being chased by a killer. They came to me looking for a place to hide, but then the killer ran up, saw me and pegged me for a target as well. I hid under some furniture but the killer found me and came after me. I ran out from under cover, and as I ran I spotted a large knife in the kitchen. I grabbed it, whirled around and faced the killer. Boy, the tables were turned fast -- he panicked and started running from me! I chased after him, finally cornering him against a window, and proceeded to hack and slice him up into little pieces -- to the great cheering and admiration of the original would-be victims. Wow, did THAT feel great!
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