Dream: I killed a girl, but saved some fish

I hope I can remember even half of this dream.

It began in a bookstore or a mall of some sort. There were a lot of people milling about, and I was one of them. For some reason, I happened upon a young woman about the same age as me. I think she had a companion, but I’m not sure.

I beat her to death. Her personal effects flew about, and I think I killed a security guard too. I escaped the mall, and hopped onto a snowmobile. It was lovely out, and really there was no need for a snowmobile, and it wouldn’t offer me much chance against a sniper, but it was a snowmobile I hopped upon. (Imagine Grand Theft Auto VI: U.P.)

The snowmobile was incredibly difficult to control. The steering was excellent, but I could not control the acceleration or brakes. Instead of something to push or pull or whatever, there were vertical dials, like the volume control on a pair of headphones or walkman, whathaveyou. There were a freaking lot of them. I was sitting with my legs in front of me, like they were draped on top of the snowmobile—it wasn’t shaped like a normal one, and there were no handlebars, I think it just moved with my thought—haha. I recall thinking that my legs must have rubbed against one of the dials, and I began to mess with them, trying to find the one that had just accelerated me to an incredible speed.

There were police cars following me, and for some unknown reason, I tried to pull into a place and stop. I think it was due to the incredible lies I was about to inflict upon the situation. I stopped, and there were a few police cars that had followed me, and I was standing next to the snowmobile in some parking lot, still trying to figure out the dials.

A police officer came up and started acting like he was being helpful. I knew he was acting nice and really wanted to beat me up or throw me in jail for my assault, but he was smiling and listening as I explained my snowmobile stint. He seemed to be familiar with this model, and flipped it over, where there was another panel of controls, including on/off switches and some other things. None of them were labeled, by the way, though the ones on top had obscure labels, just a few letters that I had no idea what they meant.

Other police cars pulled up, and he grinned at me and said “I’m a good actor, yeah? Were you convinced?” and I smiled back and said “Oh, thank you for helping me out, I appreciate it.” As those were my actual thoughts, and I knew he was really just attempting to stall me for the other police (I don’t know why he didn’t cuff me himself.)

I was led inside the building I stopped in. They set up some sort of ramshackle cop operation in it, but it seemed to be a gardening store. I was allowed to walk around freely while autopsies were done on the guard and girl. I was searched during some part, and a lady found these rhinestone encrusted gold glasses in my pant cuffs.

She began to unfold them, and there were glass panels with blurry pictures of eyes, ranging in hue from brown to blue. She thought they were very interesting. I did too, but I didn’t really want it. By the way, I said I didn’t kill the people, and it seemed like it became a mystery as to how the people died.

The bodies of the girl and guard that I’d killed were brought to the gardening center. Someone was doing an autopsy on the guard. His face didn’t really look like a human's at this point. His eyes were filled with fluid and this weird hazy brown. The woman doing the autopsy used forceps on the eye and burst it. I think I might have looked away. She started to peel off what seemed to be skin, but it turned out that the man had been wearing a mask.

I walked around the gardening store, and found the goldfish Baal, Mephisto and Diablo in a bucket. I was worried that they would jump out, so I went to put a plastic bag over them. Somehow the bag sank, and I had a hard time getting it out without the fish coming with it. Baal got caught on top of the bag, and he seemed to be shrinking while his eye swelled up with fluid. I thought it was going to burst, so I left the bucket uncovered and left them alone so I didn’t hurt them while trying to help them.

I came back to the autopsies and the man’s upper torso had been sheared off at an angle, like from the mid-chest to the top of the back of his shoulder blades was gone. It looked as if his chest was full of brain matter. The person had some sort of vacuum and was sucking out some loose parts from the body of the guard. Another person was removing the mask from the girl I had killed. She had my face. I knew that if they tried to remove my face, I’d have someone else’s face beneath my mask, and I was nervous about that happening.