I had a dream a couple nights ago that there was an egg on my bathroom floor that began to hatch, a perky little chick jumping right out of it. This worried me because there were dozens of other eggs in the next room over that weren't supposed to hatch for another few days. I held the chick to keep him warm, and I suddenly appeared in the back seat of my mom's car. She flew down the road, trying to get us back to the house so I could place the chick under a lamp for warmth. I looked down and he had turned into a flattened Peep marshmallow with a frowny face. This broke my heart. Did I smash him? Throughout the ride, it switched back and forth between a live animal and a marshmallow.
We finally reached my driveway, but mom decided to park at the bottom so we could hoof it to the top. As we worked our way up the hill, the chick transformed into an Australian Shepherd puppy. He was absolutely adorable, and once we reached my house, he was a fully grown dog, his tail not even cropped like they usually are. We got inside and the dog suddenly transformed into a teenage guy who had dropped out of high school to become a drug dealer. This guy scared the living hell out of me. I could hardly stand to look at him. In fact, he frightened me so much that I moved to France. However, this was not enough, and I decided to join the French army so I could be as far away from him as I possibly could.
In the army, I was waiting in line to have all my hair cut off. There was a really sweet-looking young man doing the cutting, and I explained to him how upset I was over losing all my hair. He had me bend over so he could take it off with one swift chop, then said to me, "I think you look cute without it." We both smiled, and I made my way over to the rest of the men who'd already gotten their hair done.
Later on, we were all in a training session to improve our bow and arrow skills. I was at the back of the line waiting for a turn to shoot at the target when I noticed that the guy beside me seemed a bit...off. He had a half-smile that made me uneasy and appeared to be muttering a long string of random phrases that no one could make out. Before anyone could stop him, he grabbed one of his arrows and forced it through his gut, blood gushing from both the wound and his mouth. He fell to the ground and I did as well, light-headed after seeing something so gruesome.
I woke up at home, my head feeling very fuzzy. The drug dealer kid seemed to be gone, and I was clearly on some sort of heavy tranquilizer. It turns out that the French army wanted to give me an honorable discharge after what had happened during training. I was ashamed of myself for letting the suicide I'd witnessed have such an impact on me, but alas, there was nothing I could do about it now. The last thing I remember was being on a merry-go-round, which leads me to believe that I was placed in a special psych ward after all that trauma.