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My nightmares are usually made out either of my childhood traumas coming back to haunt me, or just gore. A lot of unnecessary gore.
I don't even know where it comes from, because I don't watch anything gory.
it was just about someone i love leaving me and god i woke up scared
i even had to double check if it was real or not haha
Given the amount of zombie shows and movies I have watched, you would think I would have nightmares about that, like the OP, but I never have.
I was going around my old college collecting a variety of things which I felt had been stolen from me and were in the communal areas. A few games, a memory card or two, some controllers.
Somehow I got involved in a fight between two people who had fallen over, and I stabbed one of them in the chest with a sword and tilted it slightly to sever their aorta. They died instantly.
The other I stabbed a couple of times, once just above the spleen, once in the calf, and another time in the general area of their right kidney/lung area when they exhaled. I planted myself for a swing and they threw a heavy knife/dart into my shin, right where the bones split. It went in up to the grip and I couldn't move my leg because it had paralyzed my left side by blocking a certain nerve cluster, severing a tendon, and squarely obliterating a major artery.
I crouched down to pull the dart out and they sort of tsked and said "Don't..." in an exasperated voice while I grabbed it and pulled it out. Then I stood up and said "I know; see ya buddy." Then I raised my arm to trigger a blackout from blood pressure, and presumably died.
I didn't see this part but I know that later the person was being examined by a doctor who knew me and said that from the angle of the stabs and the locations they should have nicked their spleen, had their guts severed, had their gall bladder removed, had their lung pierced, and should be unable to walk. The fact that they didn't sustain anything more than some flesh wounds, "judging by the angle of the wound and the stab, should have been physically impossible," which they said with a judgmental look. I think I'd successfully gotten them off all legal charged by making this whole thing look like self-defense.
I wanna say their name was Tate, and the person I killed looked like a friend of mine.