Dream Journal
I was standing over my brother Damon and holding a sword while he was leaning back over a chair, or something similar, with his hands behind his back. I felt/knew that we had both agreed to what was about to transpire. I lifted the sword and quickly brought it to his chest. The sword went into his chest as a very shallow angle, only piercing the skin, nothing more. In the process I had hurt my knee somehow - but it was not cut - and I could barely stand on it. He started laughing at my inability to carry out the plan, laughing at my incompetence.
I became angry from being laughed at so I brought the sword up again and plunged it straight into the left side of his chest just under the rib cage. I withdrew the sword and saw a small pool of blood form on his chest. Someone was now standing beside me and I wondered why there was so little blood. I attributed the lack of blood to internal bleeding, then turned and limped away because my knee was in such great pain.
I was then in my parents laundry room and saw that my sister Melissa was sitting inside of the washer. She was wearing many layers of clothes and had numerous blankets piled all around her, in which she had buried her face. I called her name a few times and got her to look up. On her forehead I saw three diagonal lines of hair going from one side to the other. The hair wasn’t bushy at all, but was really thick, black single hairs about as long as an eyebrow all lined up in rows. I gasped and asked her what was wrong. She told me that they showed up when she was stressed… all she had to do was shave them off. I couldn’t figure out why this oddity was so normal to her.
We were then sitting on the floor in a type of living room, though there were large barriers on both sides of us. It felt as if I were a small child sitting in between a large recliner chair and the wall… the space was very long and very narrow - just enough room for the two of us to comfortably sit. As comfortable as I could with my hurt knee, that is.
I looked up and to my left where I saw a handsome 20ish man’s head as the front door opened on the other side of the barrier. He talked with my mother for some time then turned towards Melissa and I and asked if we would like to go to a party. Melissa accepted his offer but I was worried about her forehead hairs. I looked as she was getting up and her dark thick hairs were gone. Amazing. I really wanted to accompany them to the party - I was looking forward to dancing. I started to get up when my knee throbbed. Saddened, but in great pain, I had to decline the offer to the party. And I sat back down.
Themes: Melissa