Last night I had a nightmare that was the most vivid dream/nightmare I have had in ages. It was not a nightmare because I was scared, it was because I hurt someone (mentally, not physically).
I was walking along a suburban road when I felt the urge to wander into a house. I had no idea who lived there, but no one was home, so I entered. I had the feeling I was searching for something, but not sure what it was. I felt I was in a walking daze of some sort.
I went through all the rooms, opening some things, but leaving obviously personal stuff untouched. I didn't break or mark anything. I couldn't find what I was looking for, so I went out the back to look in the yard and shed. I then heard someone entering the front door, with a dog. I decided to stop searching and make my way out the back of the yard unseen.
I pretended to be jogging as I moved away. I heard movement from where I exited and the sound of the person and dog getting closer. For some unknown reason I built up speed as I ran in fear of being caught. I rounded some corners, trying to lose my chasers. I went around a few more corners, coming back past the house I had left, slowing to a jog so as not to appear out of place, as I felt I had lost my chasers. They had made a lot of distance though and finally caught me.
The man, with his dog, pointed to my shoes to say that my shoeprints were throughout the house. I was ushered into the house where I came upon a middle-aged woman who was sitting on the floor, sobbing like she had just lost her one true love.
My insides crumbled, my heart tried to implode and my mind tried to inflict as much pain as possible on me when the lady stopped long enough to ask "Why!?".
All I remember saying while in a haze was "I'm searching for a weapon".
Dream ends.
I had a feeling the 'weapon' was not physical, but a supernatural feel came across my mind.
I would never do such a thing, never intend to hurt anyone...it seems so unlike me.
Please feel free to disect/abuse/study as you see fit.