Dream: In which I am a bad ass.

I moved in and out of being this man who was leading a group of men in this small town. At first it seemed kind of like the old west, but that might be just because of how small the town was. I was young at first, like a teenaged boy. I remember going through parts of walls to get from room to room, crawling through ducts, and hiding from everyone else, like my mom and my sister, who I heard but never saw. I remember taking a drill and hollowing out a baseball bat as if I was going to either put something in it. This upset my mother for some reason. I think it made her nervous and she wondered what I was going to do with it. I remember thinking the broken pieces of an infant's skull would fit inside of it if I wanted to plug it back up.

Later, I cut part of the top of someone's skull off, with a saw, but it seemed to be electric or something because I didn't seem to have to use my arm much. I cut my thumb and my hand very shallowly, but I was a little surprised that it hurt. My fingers were thicker and my hands were bigger. I was wearing a thick silver ring, and the first time I looked it was plain, but the second time there were etchings in its surface. The man whose skull I was cutting was proud that I was the one doing it because apparently I was known as a vicious creature. He remained alive even though part of his brain and skull were missing, and he seemed like he wanted to please me. He was probably forty or fifty something, was missing teeth, had sparse, grey hair and didn't seem to be very mentally 'there'. I went back over his skull later in the dream as if to even it up. Apparently I had increased my skills.

We killed a great many people, but it seemed to unravel because it all came to a point where we seemed to be at war with the rest of the town. There was a woman in a wedding gown, and someone accidentally shot her and looked sad about it, but he wasn't her groom. He might have just known her. I don't think I was in the man during this part because I wasn't actively doing anything, I was just watching what was happening, or maybe he was just watching without actually being there, because he had a mental conversation with himself that consisted of feelings of everything going wrong and falling apart, rage, and that he and his men would kill everyone.