Why Did You Kill Me?

Over thirty years ago I had a dream. It was a nightmare, really. I had played a song over and over again that it started working on my mind. I had an addiction to the song. It was something I had to listen to repeatedly I listened it to severa times a day. Anyway, the song was in my mind when I was going to bed one night.



Then, I had dreamed that my mother had been desceased for a decade. It was a rainy night when it all took place. Dad looked out the window and saw across the street. There was the neighborhood grocery store across the street. However, on this night there was a figure there on the property. Dad told me to look out the window behind me. I did. To find to my surprise my mom. However, she wasn't in the same state that I last saw her. She was decapitated.



She was looking straight at me with the right hand which held her head. Inside of her head was a hatchet. It turned to me, Mom's head and looked right at me through the rain. She opened her mouth and said to me this question. Why did you kill me? I was scared to say the very least. I didn't know what she was talking about for I would never hurt anyone at least not my mother.



I tried to scream that night of dreaming this awful dream. I couldn't do it. I couldn't scream out as I wanted. There was an emptiness within me. I couldn't describe the awfulness I felt at that point. I only knew I was only dreaming for I went to Mom's room and told her the story. She assured me that everything was all right and for me to get back to sleep.



I worked in a factory for seven and one half years. The next day after the dream or the nightmare, I walked by some dryers. Everytime I would do it I would hear the same voice attacking me. It was something that lasted from 7:00AM until 11:00AM. I have carried this with me for all these years and now I share it with you. So what is the moral of this story? Be careful of what you hear and how often you hear it for it turn on you as it did me. .