A had another experience dream. It was a bad one. Just the one I had that told me what death is like. This one explained the what it is like to kill. I woke up in the middle of the night to a yelping dog. A guy with dirty, greasy hair had walk out the ally. He pulled out a large bowie knife and began to practice slashing and stabbing. I tried to go back to sleep, but was again awoken by a scream. I looked out the window and saw the same villainous man, mugging a woman for her purse. I knew that if she didn't hand over her purse he might stab her with his knife. I knew that If I called the police they wouldn't get her in time, so took matters into my own hands. I opened my closet and grabbed my combat knife. I then realized I needed something with more range, so I grab my machete. I ran downstairs and zoomed straight to the front and slammed it open. The woman was still struggling to break free from the mugger's grasp. "Leave her alone!" I shouted as I dashed to the rescue. The let go of the woman and reached for his knife. When I was in range the two us circled each other, waiting for the other to make a move. I struck first, aiming at his shoulder. The large blade of the machete got stuck and drew blood, but the villain seemed unfazed. It wasn't until that one fatal impulse. I went for his head. It came clean off. A second later I realized I had just killed a man. I am not suited to be a killer. I may think of violent thoughts such as killing but that dream taught me that if I were to kill, I would sink fear.
No matter what I do, I am not a murderer.
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