Murdered a Girl

Date: 9/27/2022

I was in my home. Not a home I actually own. But I knew it was mine. It was 3 stories, and a very open concept. A very wide staircase led up to the second and third floors, and the third floor the entire ground was covered in mattresses and sheets. There was a small gathering in my home. Men and women there, some my age (nearly 30) and some younger, around 20. One of the younger females, blonde hair and very attractive approached me and was adamant we have sex. I wasn’t into it at all. I told her I was engaged (I am). Over and over. At first it was flattering, it quickly became annoying. After about 30 minutes of experienced nagging by the girl, something snapped in me. A very emotional transition. From anger to a giddy joy. I told her okay, and we went upstairs. She thought we were going to have sex. But instead, I wrapped my hands around her throat and squeezed violently. Her neck popped like a grape and her head rolled off, blood spraying everywhere. As I murdered her I experienced the most blissful overpowering happiness. I began to laugh manically, uncontrolled evil laughter flooding through my lungs and bursting out my open mouth. It was ecstatic. The best feeling I had ever experienced. I felt invincible with power and like I could never stop. Nirvana. As I continued to boom laughter, my spine began to twist and curl. My head caught fire and my flesh melted. Not painful, but semi uncomfortable burning. Flames circling my head, the laughter couldn’t stop. What felt like joy radiating from my heart exploded into flame and shot directly out from my head, shooting thousands of miles into the sky. A beam of pure evil joyous energy blasting from my chest to the heavens. My skin had melted and my face was nothing but skull and laughter. I couldn’t stop. I began melting. My fiancé walked in the room and I snapped back to normal. I proudly displayed to her the murdered girl, the blood stained mess, her dislodged head. Fiancé was unimpressed. She was mildly annoyed. I insisted I did it for her, and became flustered and angry that she didn’t appreciate her gift. Like a cat killing a bird and brining to his owner. I was dejected, bitter. Quickly it faded though, and she left the room. I turned back to the dead body and the laughter resumed. Again my bones cracked and twisted into a hunchback position, and the flames and melting ensued. I remained there, in pleasurable insanity of laughter and energetic expulsion for some time. It was incredible. I couldn’t let the feeling go. The feeling would start to fade in intensity, and I’d find the emotional source of joy and push it to its limit again. Burning and screaming with delight. The dream ended in a haze, the structures of the house walls around me slowly fading, then in a misty vail forming into white towers growing like trees around me, then the size of mountains, then infinite. I found myself in the middle of a beautiful white stone center of a magnificent angelic ring of archery towers. The dream continued for weeks but I don’t recall more than fuzzy details. I woke up happy, wishing I could have stayed laughing manically.