I have had recurring dreams, mostly bad for many years now. The most frequent one is as follows:
I leave my house to take the short walk to work. It is a bright sunny, really hot day. The air is still, no breeze at all and not a soul in sight. After a few minutes I arrive at work, and enter through the old iron gates into the courtyard. I walk past the large ornamental pond, noticing not only that the water is crystal clear, but that all the fish are floating on the surface dead. I comment to myself that I must tell my manager.
As I enter the building I consider it odd that reception is totally empty. I use my pass card to go through into the corridor, and open the door on the left leading into my office. I am immediately struck by the smell of blood, lots of blood. As I look around I see that all my colleagues are dead, their throats cut, slumped at their computers. In shock I run out into the corridor, barely managing not to be sick. I head into the next office to get help, only to be met with the same scene. Horrified I try to call the emergency services on my mobile, and although a lady answers, her voice is faint and she can't hear me.
I go into my managers office, expecting the worse, but she wasn't there. At this point I realize the killer may still be around, so I run back to the reception to get away. As I enter the reception I see my manager Elizabeth's body lying slumped by the exit door, blood dripping from her throat all down her white blouse.
I know that I will need to move her body to escape, and nervously edge closer. Suddenly she looks up, our eyes meeting.
SHE WAS ALIVE!!
Seeing that she is bleeding very badly, I explain that I need to put pressure on her neck wound to stop the bleeding. She pulls away from me, a look of pure terror on her face. I try to reassure her, and kneel down beside her to help. Again she pulls away, looking even more frightened. I notice that she is looking at my arms, and not my face. Looking down I see that both my arms are dripping in blood, from the elbows down to my hands, but it isn't
my blood. I reach out and brush Elizabeth's long flowing blonde hair away from her neck before I gently place my hands on her neck wound, and begin to apply pressure. I can feel her trembling, and see tears streaming from her beautiful eyes.
I gradually increase the pressure of my grip, and the blood flow reduces. I continue increasing my grip on her neck, until I hear a faint snapping sound like when you snap a chicken bone and Elizabeth's head falls limply to the side. I let go of her and watch as Elizabeth's body topples over, her lifeless eyes still looking up at me. As I stand up to leave, I take one last look at her body and I feel myself begin to smile.
Have a happy new year