Hi, I'm 21, male, and I don't cry a lot or anything. I can't remember a time I've cried in a very long time. I've never had this problem before, although my brother did a lot as a kid. He'd sleepwalk and then wake up throwing up and crying every time because he'd be having nightmares the whole time. But I digress. I have been having dreams recently where I have had a special power and the general public was against me for having it. In the dream I had last night I didn't have a power but I was the underdog in a holocaust type situation. I'll type out what I wrote in my dream journal.

In the dream me and a group of friends were on the running from some group or organization. Now that I think back it seemed like a holocaust ordeal. But in modern/near future times. Everything looked normal but just slightly trashed like they had been in a war that there wasn't much fight to. So over time these friends, (none of which I recognize in real life) had grown to be like a family to me. The love I felt was like nothing I had ever felt before. One guy in particular. Little blonde fellow. He called me Peanut, which is what my mom has called me my whole life. I don't recognize his face but I loved that kid more than life. Like a little brother or a son. One morning we woke up, we had been sleeping in the back of this diner that the owner let us sleep in, the owner resembled a friend I had back in high school. I never had problems with the guy, and only hung out with him once or twice. Anyway we woke up to the group we were running from standing over us. The owner of the diner had sold us out. I attacked the owner. Punched him in the face and jumped on top of him and was beating his face. One of the guys in the group sliced up my back with a little razor, then took the "Peanut kid" and stabbed him in the throat, but in an area where he would die slowly and painfully. He then threw me the razor. I took "Peanut kid" in my arms and he just looked up into my eyes and said " It's okay Peanut, just remember to make it quick and deep. Like a big sideways I, and don't miss the arteries." So I did. I looked and could see every cut. Every muscle and tendon ripping. He bled out in my arms and I cried harder than I've ever cried. I woke up wailing and bawling. I'm still crying. I still feel all the love for that person I've never met.

The only other part of the dream I remember was way earlier on. I went into a bar and my drunk dad was there. (My dad has suffered from alcoholism my whole life. In and out of rehab and the sorts. It's fathers day which pretty much explained this part for me) My dad being the only person I 100% recognized in the whole dream. I tried to have a drink with him but he said no. It's more weird that I'd try to have a drink with him because I've been trying my whole life to get him to stop, but in the dream I didn't care. The bartender was an Asian man in the middle of a circle bar in a swivel chair. I also remember having very vivid memories of being in that bar as a kid that never actually happened.

Anywho, It's been a couple hours since I woke up and it's still hard for me to think about that Peanut kid without tearing up. I'm interested to hear about what everyone thinks.