I had "terrible" dreams tonight.

I first dreamt I was in a kill-or-be-killed situation. Two brothers, or two men that lived as brothers, were after me and I consequently had to be after them. I recall this scenario went on as in a video game, where I had multiple lives. I recall one of the brothers was hiding in tall grass and he'd jump out and surprise me. I'd run away, sometimes I'd escape and most often not. There's no recollection as who what would happen next, but he was definitely sociopathic and I'm sure my fate (for that life) was not good. Eventually I found his brother and since I died so many times in this scenario, he took pity on me and revealed that what I needed to do to end this scenario was to cut off his hands, which I did. Granted there was a reason for this, very much akin to one of the plots of one of the movies in the "Saw" franchise, I just don't remember it anymore. His brother, after some run-and-gun, submitted to the same treatment and I escaped. I saw, from the vantage point of a central controller, that there was more happy horseshit to come and I moved on in dreaming.

The second half had to do with scientists pushing the boundaries of ethicacy. I recall wandering around a field and seeing numerous mutated organisms. Apparently, they had been born without any skeletal system; just bags of guts pored into what resembled pantyhose, roughly formed into the shape of what they should have been (mostly pig-like). They could drag themselves along in a pitiful manner, and had a groveling attitude; I just side-stepped as best I could and moved on. Eventually, I ran across my research advisor and he advised me on some matters concerning botany. There were some plants which if harvested, carried horizontally, and sprayed by the extrusions of another plant would wilt. If held vertically, would maintain their Turgor pressure and not wilt.

The last third had to do with an execution...my execution. I was strapped to a chair and a mask was placed over my face. The mask emitted an analgesic and as I breathed it in, my vision blacked out and I got dizzy. Granted I was being spun in circles by the executioner, like on a barber's chair, to help with my blacking out. Keep in mind this wasn't the real execution, just a trial run (they would later administer the other drugs, as in a lethal injection). As I breathed in heavily from the mask and started to black out I thought this was cruel and unusual punishment, as my executioners knew that I would undergo this in the near future, knowing damn well that that time that I would face the same fate but knowing that I would never wake up...an encompassing, universal blackness is all I would face.

Commentary:

Fuck all on everything else these dreams may represent: I SO want to die awake, and at a moment of my choosing.