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I am at my friend Ed’s house. In the living room, we are watching TV. He has a girl, an older lady who I thought was her mom, but isn’t, and another male friend over. I have my brother with me. We’re all watching TV when Ed decides to tell the girl that I like her. I don’t really like her, but he tells her anyways. She tells him that she doesn’t feel the same about me. Then I must wrestle Ed, WWF style in order to pay him back for embarrassing me.

After that, we decide its time for bed. We go upstairs to the bedroom. He has bunk beds, but since there are five guys sleeping in that room, (the 5th guy came from nowhere) I sleep on the floor with one guy, another guy sleeps on a bed that just appeared somewhere, my brother and Ed sleep on the bunk beds. Suddenly, I know that something bad is going to happen. So I ask Ed where he keeps the power extension cords. Everyone starts getting really sleepy except for me, so I’m trying to find the cords before Ed falls asleep. I cannot find them, and the lights in the house start to go off one by one. I run full speed from the living room (where I was looking for the extension cords) back upstairs to the bedroom, grabbing Ed along the way. I get everyone onto the bunk bed, with me in front. I get two knives from somewhere, one is a steak knife the other is a butcher’s knife. Suddenly, this big 6 headed beast walks into the room. One head is skeletal, another is witch-like, a third is normal girl like, and another is an Asian male, kind of like Bruce Lee and the other two I cannot remember. Each one of them is worth a certain amount of points depending on where they are hit.

As the beast charges down the room, I dive onto the bunk bed, grab the steak knife, and do a 180, slicing first the witch in her weak spot. A scoreboard registers massive amounts of points. I’m already halfway to my goal. Next, the Bruce Lee part of the body disattaches from the mother body and charges. I do a similar move, surprised he falls for it and I slice him from his belly button up to the top of his breast. My score passes the mark I needed to win this battle. As the giant beast reforms and falls, the lights darken again.

At this time, I know the commissioner of this strange combat thing is about to come. The lights start strobing and in he walks with his body guard. Both are Asian men, the commissioner being old, and the guard being younger. The commissioner sees me on the bunk bed with my two knives. I go to hide my knives thinking his bodyguard might take them away, leaving me defenseless. Unfortunately, his bodyguard sees me trying to hide the butcher knife (the steak knife I hid successfully) and he comes to me to take it away. Not wanting any problems, I hand him the knife.

In some strange twist, the bodyguard goes to stab the commissioner in the back. The commissioner already knows what is to happen and uses what I think are mental powers to freeze the guard mid-swing. I remove my knife from his hand, knowing what I must do to appease the commissioner. The commissioner nods to me in approval. I must kill his bodyguard. The bodyguard knows his fate and knows that it is more honorable to let me kill him than it would be to fight back. I go to swing my blade, but it is still difficult for me to do.

I relax my arm and sigh, I don’t want to kill the guard, and I want to kill the commissioner just as much as he did. I want these weird people to go away. I don’t want to fight anymore. I take a deep breath, regain my composure and say some sort of battle cry I cannot remember. I pull my arm back and stab him repeatedly in the chest. I know it must be painful for him, as I am supposed to make him suffer for his crime against the commissioner, but my pity and sympathy for him allows me to repeatedly stab him, shortening the time it will take for him to die, shortening his prolonged suffering and death.

I roll over in bed, awaking from this dream. I decide, even though I am tired, I should get out of bed. The house he lived in was my Aunts’ old house. Everything but the living room was the same. I do not know what the hell this dream is about.