It was time to go to summer camp. A full summer of meeting new people, fun and games, relaxation and of course, camping. Most of the people I had met that summer were really great but there were a couple of whom I wasn’t too fond. One night at summer camp I went to sleep and had a dream.

It was a pretty lucid dream. I mean I thought I was actually there. I could feel everything, hear, smell and see every detail that I normally observe every day. But my emotions were totally wrong. I was really pissed off. I didn’t know why, but this guy just pissed me off. And there I was surrounded by all my new friends from summer camp, beating this guy until every last ounce of liquid in his bodied sprayed out. I crushed his ribs, ripped out his throat with my bare hands and flattened his skull until his brain matter was oozing out. No one interfered, no one stopped me. My ferocity in anger was so great that they all just ran away.

When I finally came to my senses I was in the deans office with the camp dean, my parents and police officers. I had killed that guy. I couldn’t even tell you what made me do it. The feelings of such pain and remorse for what I had done washed over me so powerfully that I had to force myself awake.

I woke up back in my familiar cot at camp. It was a bright, clean morning. My sheets were white and I was a little sweaty from the intensity of the dream. One of the guys in my cabin was moving around getting ready for breakfast. I asked him what time it was. He said it was time to get up and go to breakfast. So I did.

Then I had to wake up from that dream, my phone was ringing. My cousin had texted me about getting engaged. Then I went back to sleeping without dreams.