I had a strange dream: I was sitting in my old childhood bedroom, then I kinda went dissociative and next thing I see are a couple of corpses on chairs in that room, brutally mutilated. Like their throaths slashed and their faces just horribly mauled. I remember panicking (not really panicking, more like slowly putting the pieces together, the mental pieces not the body pieces), going downstairs, being picked up by authorities and then I just kinda woke up, still actually feeling something like "wow, how could I do that?". Maybe I killed my family? Really strange, puzzling dream.
Overall still less of a buzzkill than dreaming about my ex. I know this sounds like a bad punchline to an overly extensive set up, but I should be so lucky.
Anyways, I'm off to consume more psychoactive drugs, clearly they're working wonders for my subconsciousness.