Terrible dream last night, the next installment of a recent nightmare in which I'd killed someone. Sense of dread that I couldn't shake, couldn't remember who I had slain, but the motive was to conceal some crime I perpetrated.
When I woke up I couldn't remember anything about them other than their gender; it took me so long to convince myself it wasn't real.
I don't understand. I know nothing worse than the concept of taking life from a human.