Messed Up Dream

I've seen a lot of dream stories here, so here's a dream I had last night that's been bugging me all day long. I will preface this by saying that I am NOT a violent person, and this dream is very out of character for me.

There was an earlier part to this dream, but I remember none of it. For all intents and purposes, the dream starts with me standing on the lawn of the town hall of the town I grew up in. President George W. Bush is on the ground in front of me dead. There are no obvious signs of trauma, but somehow I have killed him.

I look around me. A few bodies lay twisted in the grass. Trampled I suppose, by the fleeing crowd that I can hear running several blocks away.

"Oh shit!" I think to myself. "I've killed the president! THEY'RE gonna be after me now!"

I look to the sky, as a miniature stealth bomber swoops towards me. It's really more like a stealth hang-glider, it's so small. It was painted white so it could hide in the clouds. It fires at me with a machine gun, but misses. I began to run in odd circles on the lawn, trying to dodge its fire. The pilot's sights must be off, because he can't seem to hit me. After the stealth makes a few more runs at me, I decide to play dead, hoping that the pilot will leave, and give me a chance to escape.

Clutching my chest, I throw myself to the ground. The plane swoops in low and opens fire again, to make sure I'm really dead. Tufts of grass and dirt explode all around me, but he still misses.

By now the mini-stealth is low on fuel. Its engines sputter and die. The pilot ejects, and lands on the lawn to my left. The force of the landing seems to have stunned him for the moment, so I start to push myself off the ground. My hand finds a pair of scissors.

Grabbing the scissors, I charge at the pilot and plunge one blade into his neck. Looking back, this was really disgusting! I remember having to work the somewhat dull blade back and forth, feeling it cut through various layers of flesh as I attempted to slit his throat!

Finally the pilot was dead, but I knew that more would soon be looking for me, so I ran across the street, into the nearest house.

Here, time gets funny. I hid in the house for what may have been hours, or maybe even days. People came and went, but nobody seemed to notice that I didn't belong there. It felt almost like I was in a house that had become a tourist attraction, and everyone thought I was just another tourist.

After enough time had passed that I felt it was safe to leave, I walked towards the door. Before I could leave though, a little boy who couldn't have been older than six jumped in front of me.

"HiYAHHH!!" He shouted, and struck a karate pose.

"Oh, you dare challenge ME, grasshopper?" I replied, and mimicked his stance.

I began play-fighting with the boy. After a minute or two, I noticed a strange bulge under his shirt, seemingly inside his stomach. During a break in his shouting, I could hear a muted ticking sound.

I thought, "Oh my god! They put a bomb in this kid, and sent him to find me!!! I've got to get the fuck out of here!"

I ran outside, where things seemed pretty normal. People were walking up and down the street, as if nothing had happened. There was no sign of the president, or of the stealth pilot I had killed. I stood there stunned, expecting at any moment to hear a someone yell "There he is!" but nobody paid me any attention. Until...

"HiYAHHH!"

The kid had followed me outside! What was I going to do now now? If I run, whoever sent the kid will know that I'm guilty, and the bomb might go off! Whatever kind of sick government agency that would put a bomb inside a kid probably has undercover agents all over this town. How the hell do I get rid of this kid befor he gives me away, or explodes?

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a path leading into some trees. There doesn't appear to be anyone over there, so I pick the kid up and throw him over my shoulder.

"OK, it's time to go home now," I say in a brotherly sounding voice, hoping that anyone who hears will think we're related.

Behind the trees I find a large concrete block, maybe twenty feet square, and three or four feet high. I can hear the bomb inside the kid ticking. It's speeding up. The kid isn't moving much. I start to wonder if he's really even a real kid. Maybe he's some sort of new self-guided android bomb?

The ticking is getting even louder, and faster. They must know they've found me, and are speeding up the timer!

I panic. I grab the kid's ankles, and swing his head into the concrete block as hard as I can. The contact makes a sickening thud.

The bomb is still ticking.

I pull him back, and swing again. Then a third time.

By the fourth, or fifth swing, the ticking has stopped.

I toss the body into a bush, and pause to catch my breath. Everything is spinning. Did anyone see me? Did I just kill a third person? Where do I go now?

As I'm thinking this, the body in the bush twitches.

"Oh god, no!" I gasp.

It's beginning to look like it might be a REAL kid, and he isn't dead yet!

"I have to put him out of his misery!" is my only thought.

I reach for the scissors, but I've lost them somewhere. Hitting him against the concrete didn't work, but maybe I can break his neck...

Twisting his head around for a few moments produces a loud "POP!", and the head rolls around limply.

A noise causes me to stand up quickly, expecting to see agents closing in from all directions. But it's only a squirrel, who doesn't seem at all bothered by the violence going on not ten feet away. I glance down at the body, hoping to see wires, or smoke or something to tell me I haven't just committed my third murder, but all I see is a badly beaten body.

Then the face twitches.

It looks like I didn't completely sever the spinal cord, and the head
is still alive.

"Please, just DIE!!!" I scream, and poise my foot to stomp down on his head.

I wake up a split second before I kick a hole in my wall.

Like I said, I'm not a violent person, I don't have any pressing urge to kill anyone, and I even consider myself to be relatively sane! My dreams have always been stranger than most people's, but this one was strange even to me!