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21 Apr 2006 A typical day at Scrubs
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I don't remember all the details of this dream, just the general feel of the dream with the ending. I didn't get to write out all the details until in the afternoon, by that time I'd forgotten most of the details. I had this dream on the 20th April 2006.
The basic setting was the American sitcom TV show Scrubs. It was all set in a different hospital rather than the hospital that it is in, but you still knew it was Scrubs. All the characters were playing out there parts, J.D. was narrating as per usual. I remember it not being funny at all, it wasn't trying to be funny; it was just a usual day. Then everyone's attention was focus on what was happening outside.
It was me fighting another man, to the death. I was a lot more buff than I usually am, the other guy was equally muscular. He was mean looking, butch, long dark hair, typical thug bad-guy look. I felt so much hate and rage for this man. I don't know why I felt like this about him; I just wanted to destroy him and I wasn't holding back. Eventually I got around to ripping his head from his body, holding it up by his shaggy hair. But still the man looked at me and smiled, as if he was winning. He was even taunting me to crush his head. "C'mon, what are you waiting for? Kill me!!" (I drew a picture of what it looked like though my memory is fuzzy and I might have gotten it wrong.)
I wanted to kill him. I wanted to squish his head like a tomato; it even felt ripe in my hands. There was so much anger running through that it hurt. My body was tense with the anticipation of crushing the mocking head. But I wouldn't. I couldn't. I didn't crush his head. I think there was a part of me that wanted me to stop in fear that I would like it too much and I would not stop killing, that I would go on a rampage. I yell at the top of my lungs "I can't do it!" and discarded the head. I was disappointed with myself and felt sad, as if I had failed. I felt the rush and the power of the rage leave me to be replaced with the come-down of weakness and patheticness; like I have felt in real life.
I then woke up in real life.
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