Dream a Little Dream

I once had a dream that I was Killing a dog.
The dream started out that I was with my friends at a party. Coincidentally I was at a party earlier that night. Then in my dream, not real life, this dog comes into the party. In real life I never saw a dog that day.

The adorable dog prances over to us with this goofy look on his face, his tongue hanging out and his tail wagging. It was weird because he was almost glowing. It was weird because the dog was almost glowing. And then somebody, I can't remember who the face is fuzzy in my memory. Somebody came and dropped a knife on the floor. The stupid dog was bumbling around and stepped on the knife. It's paw was now bloody and everybody was saying "The poor dear." All I could think, all I could hear, all I could experience was the sound that this hurt dog was making.

In real life the party was fine, nobody got hurt. It was just a normal party. In real life I never saw a dog that day.

The dog was moaning. But it was the Most Beautiful sound that I had ever heard in my life. I couldn't believe how Beautiful it was. I was stunned, I couldn't even say anything. Nobody else seemed to notice though. I was the only one that could hear it.
Well you know how dreams are. Skippy. So next thing you know, the dog is patched up and perfectly fine. No more moaning. No more Beautiful sound. It was like something had been ripped from me. I just couldn't help myself. I needed more.
So I grabbed that knife and went into the back yard with the dog. I can't believe I did this. At first I just opened the sutures on the paw of this dog. Oh that Beautiful moaning. That eloquent sound that sent my heart racing. Then I pushed the knife in a little bit more. Could the sound be more Beautiful? It was like a warm honey covering my soul. It painted Beautiful pictures in my thoughts and just made me feel good. Then I slit the poor dear on the chest. The Beautiful sound was brightening the scene, it was sending me up. I was lost in a sea of translucent opiates all because of this Beautiful sound. With each hack I went a step higher. Over everyone, everything. I was in ecstasy, I was dancing on clouds. Is it possible for a sound to become you? All I had to do was keep hacking. It was so easy. This sublime, provocative, dazzling, marvelous, exciting, lovely, Beautiful sound was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

And then it stopped. I looked down at the terrible, dark, broken scene. I had Killed this poor dear. He was no longer glowing. I Killed the dog. It's blood was all over me and I Killed it. Everybody saw, everybody cried. I was shunned. I was such a bad person. I felt so guilty. I had Killed that adorable dog. I had Killed that stupid, bumbling, adorable dog.

I woke up crying. In real life I never saw a dog that day.