I dreamed I killed a man. Fear was in me. It felt like the tight rope of justice will soon suffocate me. Knowing why I did it, how I was tied up in this, did not matter to me in the dream. It mattered when I woke up, but not in the dream. I wanted to feel free, not like an animal trapped in a trap that is only getting tighter.
I woke up troubled. Feeling I cannot outrun an evil entity is something I dream about quite a lot, especially when I am stressed. Ending a life was a first.