Dream Journal
I stood at the bottom of a set of wide institutional stairs and saw an old woman in her 80s leading a young boy towards them. I stepped in between the two of them and yelled at the old woman for treating the boy poorly.
I really wanted to protect the young boy. This old woman was evil - I could feel it in her skin. I punched and slapped and kicked the old lady until she could hardly move. I drug her up the stirs and dropped her on a landing before a man I knew. I grabbed a knife and chopped her body into little pieces.
I had chopped her head into four pieces and could see her brain. While all of her body parts were sitting in a pile on the floor, she was not dead, but neither was she alive.