Too much details would be more horrific for me to write, than it was to experience. Let alone sound psychotic to anyone reading it
I'll put it very simply
Someone has been killing people. Somewhat like a serial killer. It is in the news or something similar, because I am aware of it when this person is talking about it
He is driving a 4WD and giving me a lift somewhere
I'm not sure if I'm hitchhiking or not, but I'm getting a lift of him somehow
It's in rural/outback Australia, or similar
The people who have been killed have all been clubbed to death with heavy objects
He tells me he is the one that's been doing it
He pulls out a wrench from beside his seat and hits me in the head with it while he's driving
I wrestle with him to get it off him
Even though he's hit me once over the head, I'm still not fully aware of the danger in in, or that I'll have to kill him
It hasn't funny sunk in that he's trying to kill me yet. I'm trying to think of some other explanation
Surely he's joking about killing those other people
Surely he's not really trying to kill me
It while I'm struggling to stop him from clubbing me in the head again with the wrench, he grabs another wrench in his other hand and hits me in the head again with that one
Now I'm struggling to take two off him, he simply drops on and grabs another
After being hit in the head a third time I realise he's not going to stop and he's trying to kill me
Its hard to stop because he keeps grabbing another heavy club, then another, then another and I've only got two hands to try hold him back, hold one of his hands and try stop him swinging with the other
So I grab one of the wrenches and I swing back
I don't want to kill him, just stop him trying to kill me
I just want to knock him out
But he won't stop
And I can't knock him unconscious
I end up clubbing him repeatedly in the head, harder and harder each time, to try stop him
In the end he does seem to go unconscious, but somehow it feels like he's still wrestling with me
He ends up throwing up foam
And I'm still hitting him in the head with the wrench. I won't stop until I know he's dead and I'm safe
I won't go into any more detail, but he stood stops and I'm safe
Though the car has gone off the road in the process, ran into something and come to a stop
Besides a sore head and some scrapes and bruises from the wrestling and him clawing at my face, I'm OK
And he is more certainly very dead
His head very unpleasantly hunched over I my lap in the passengers seat, making a mess
I call the police
They question me and I tell them my story
They don't seem to believe me at first with one cop questioning my story even though I've got large lumps on my head and scrapes on my face from the mans fingernails ...
And I'm obviously traumatised
I start trying to explain myself incredulously to the cop. Why would I kill the person driving the car while they are driving? Why would I call the cops?
It doesn't make sense and I can't believe her questioning me like I did something wrong when someone just tried to kill me
Another cop, hearing what is happening, immediately stops him from talking to me and apologises to me
The man driving the car is well and truly dead. Whoever he was
Another unsettling vision/dream that is a little too real and unsettling for my liking
At least it wasn't as bad as some other visions/dreams I've had
The vision/dream where I was stabbed in the chest from behind with a sword, right under the ribcage was the worst
I could feel everything
I could taste the metal of the sword in the back of my throat (I think it may/might have been a bayonet, I'm not sure because I was stabbed from behind and didn't see them)
But worst of all I could feel the panic and sense of urgency about having it in my body and being impaled
The urgent need to get it out of me while I grasp at it, but being unable to do so, because they are pushing me forward keeping me on it
Then the relief of it being pulled out
From this vision/dream I learned (psychologically) why people aren't able to properly defend themselves from being stabbed again, after someone has stabbed them the first time. Because all you can think about is the taste of the steel, that it shouldn't be in your body and you need to get it out ...
Then when it comes out, your are overwhelmed with a feeling of everything being semi-normal. Your brain wouldn't be able to think fast enough to go properly defensive before it happens again, if it happens as quick as when it happened to me in my vision/dream
I woke up from this one and I could still feel where I had been stabbed. I could still taste the steel in the back of my through, similar to how you taste anaesthetic when it is injected into your body
A unnatural and awful taste
I can still remember it now, unfortunately
It is not something you would ever want to experience
Though the vision/dream I had tonight was rather graphic and unpleasant, at least it wasn't physically painful like some of the others
I didn't feel the pain of myself getting hit in the head in the vision/dream, though I am sure it hurt ...
Whoever it was would have one hell of a headache afterwards
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