The Name of the Game…

I dreamt that my child was taken from me, along with many other adults.  We were separated into teams, with the goal of killing each other.  The prize? Your child back.  The alternative was to die knowing that your son/daughter was in peril.  I vividly recall stabbing someone repeatedly with a pen, as a distraction, so that my ‘team mate’ could shove him into a pool of bleach/glass we had created.

I normally have a sense of being in my dreams, and I woke up ready to rip someone’s throat out.

 

-Holly

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