For the past week or so, I've been dreaming of killing my husband. The first time, I dreamt that he'd left the TV on again, and it was blaring through the neighborhood, and so I walked out into the office, took a large rotary drill, and impaled him with it. I can still vividly recall his guts moving clockwise around the drill bit.
The second time I dreamt I was furious at him. (Over what, I don't know.) So I took a large meat hook, and hooked him through his left eye, and up into his brain. I can recall the squish sound it made.
The third time, I dreamt a pack of rabid dogs were tearing him apart, and he kept screaming at me, "Throw the kibble!" But I didn't have any kibble, and I screamed back, "I don't have any kibble!" When it was all over, I looked in my pocket, and noticed there was kibble in my pockets all along. I laughed. "Hey look, I did have kibble!"
That was disturbing.