Two weeks ago I dreamed that I slit the throat of Patrick Swayze. No bullshit, I don't know why, it was super weird. I haven't even watch a Patrick Swayze movie in more than fifteen years or so.
He had broken into a house, a house I have no memory of, but for some reason I was sleeping there. I woke up to a noise, and looked down the stairs. Sure enough, there is Patrick Swayze walking down the hallway holding a bloody butcher knife. WTF. So I went down the stairs and began fighting him. During the struggle, I fell backwards onto a bed and he lunged at me with the knife.
It's the classic movie scene where the guy on top is trying to stab the guy on bottom, while the guy on the bottom is trying to push the arm and knife upwards. So as I was holding and pushing upwards on his wrist, I managed to twist his hand backwards, shove the knife upwards, and I cut his throat while he was still holding the knife. But it wasn't deep enough.
You know how when you are in a dream and you just can't hit hard enough and shit? Like you are underwater or something? So it took three more times cutting his throat to take him out. I shoved his lifeless body off of me, and he thudded to the floor. I then went to search for whomever he had bloodied the knife with earlier when I first saw him, but this is when I woke up. Fucking weird.
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