I don’t remember much of this dream, well at least the parts that make it flow together. It’s very choppy in my mind, so sorry if it makes less sense than normal. In this dream I was extremely violent and homicidal. I was someplace, a house or something, and wanted to fight everyone, or kill someone, or something. I was fighting with someone, I don’t know who, and they threw me over their shoulder like some kind of karate move, and then did some other kind of move where they threw me. The entire dream I was incredibly pissed off and angry, wanting to be violent. Anyway, someone said that I had lost the fight, but I remember I was doing quite well so I wanted to see an instant replay. But instead of an instant replay it was more like a re-enactment. This time since I knew when the girl was going to do those throwing moves on me, I tried real hard so she wouldn’t be able to throw me and she couldn’t. Then this girl I worked with this summer was there, and I wanted to kill her too. So I grabbed this glass as she tried to calm me down, and was going to smash it against the table, but she told me it was plastic. So I tried to find another glass, which there were glasses all over this coffee table. I was sitting on the floor next to the table, and she was across from me. I was holding the glass, and really wanted to smash it so I could throw it at someone. But I didn’t. Then I was at a Sabres game, up in the 300 level. I was still severely pissed off and homicidal, and I wouldn’t talk to anyone. There was something about me wanting to leave and go to sleep, but I don’t know what that was about. So I guess it was the 3rd period of the game, and they took a 5 minute break which confused me. Then I thought it must be going into overtime, that’s why they’re taking the break. But it wasn’t overtime. Then all the ushers working at the arena told everyone to come down to a lower level of seats for the end of the game, because lots of people had left and there were lots of open seats. So everyone went down to the 200 level and I got a seat in the first row. But there was this big wall in front of us, blocking our view, and I thought, “why the hell would anyone want 200 level seats if you can’t even see.” So I stood up to look over the wall, and the players were coming back on the ice after that 5 minute break. Then someone scored, and it was either Varada or Tsyplakov, I couldn’t tell if it was a 25 or 29 who scored. Then we were leaving, and I was feeling in a better mood, but only slightly. I had to go to the bathroom, and then my mom was there, and we went to find a bathroom. She went in first, and I waited outside because I thought it was only a 1 stall thing. Then Danielle and her mom were there, and finally I went into the bathroom. Then I was Michael Stipe from REM, and I had a dress on. It was like an overall type dress, it had straps, and I couldn’t get the straps back on over my shoulders. So I’m struggling with the straps as I’m talking about how I’m dating Courtney Love, and it doesn’t really matter to me (as Michael Stipe) if we get back together or break up. So I can’t get the straps over my shoulders so I decide to leave the top of the dress off, because I had another shirt on underneath, and go back out into the hall. So I’m feeling even better, and I’m not Michael Stipe anymore, and I’m talking to Danielle and her mom. We were playing with these magic wand things, like the ones that have the glitter in them that slowly fall down to the other end. But these had 7 colored disks in them, they were called hypnotic sticks or something, and the purpose was to get all the disks to be equal distance apart from each other, and it was supposed to cure headaches or something. We were playing with them because Danielle’s mom had a headache, with weirdo symptoms. That was about the end of the dream, but through the entire thing, I was in a totally bad homicidal mood, and everyone thought I was delusional and psychotic. People could tell I had “become” Michael Stipe in the bathroom, and when I left the bathroom I was normal again and they could tell. I think people were pitying me because I was so psychotic.

possible explanation: Hockey is explained because I had watched the hockey game that night. I haven’t thought about REM or Courtney Love in a long time, so I’m not sure where that came from. I have no idea why I wanted to kill people, or why I was extremely violent and psychotic.

possible interpretation: I hope this doesn’t mean I am going to become psychotic or violent, or murder anyone.