I was going somewhere with some people. They were my childhood friends (I was younger than I am as well), although none of them were any of my real childhood friends. We were going to the cinema, but not any real cinema I know. The path took us left at the signals towards Zibel (the street going eastwards from the crossing), although it wasn't really that street, it looked nothing like the place, just felt like it. It was night, but the moon gave some light.

One of the people suggested that we take a shortcut through the fields (what fields?), so we turned off the road and went through a fence of some kind. That was when I found myself alone. I went on as if nothing was out of the ordinary, while my surroundings first changed into a nice front yard, and then into a combination of a winter garden and a house's entrance hall. There were potted plants and flowers everywhere, as well as some shoes. The place had a distinct rural feel. I saw stairs leading up, and I climbed them. When I reached the top, I found myself in a living room where two women and some small dogs were watching TV. That was when I decided this wasn't the shortcut to the cinema and went back. The front yard was much smaller than I remembered when I went in. I decided to go out by the main door instead of the instead of the provisionally blocked missing part of the fence I (we?) came in through. But there were two large dogs in the yard now, two old German shepherds, and they attacked me. After a moment of fright, I dispatched both dogs with a long knitting needle, by sticking it into their brains through their eyes (I think I actually know where this part came from). Which was when the two old women came shrieking out of the house. I killed them the same way, I have no idea why, I don't think I had a reason. Maybe to stop the shrieking?

The WTF factor became too high at that point, and the rest got jumbled. The jumbled part involved the person who suggested we take a shortcut explaining he honestly thought there was a field beyond the fence, even though it was obvious, in the light of the next morning, that there weren't any fields there, a well which was just there and had nothing to do with anything, and my own grandmother (which wasn't either of my real grandmothers, but I knew she was) wondering why the hell I did all that I did.

I don't think it needs saying that I didn't sleep well last night. The dream was both the result of that, and the cause.