My Uncle (one which really does not exist) was visiting the house for a week. He was a fun fellow who always knew how to make someone laugh. We watched movies and had a grand old time.
As the week drew to a close, he noticeable began to become more sullen and sad. He invited us to go to an event with him at the state prison.
We all arrived at the prison and were escorted into a room. The room had tables and was somewhat dark and dreary. In the corner of the room was Uncle being strapped down. One of the guards approached us and told us the story of what was unfolding.
Uncle had kidnapped someone and was using them as a hostage while showering bullets on about 8 unsuspecting people, then went to kill his hostage. We were all dumbfounded... How could Uncle do such a thing?
Then as is often the case in dreams... we began to sympathize. We all said, "Ya I could see why he would do that.", and begged them to stop the procedure.
This did not help, so the injected him.
Only in a dream would my mind allow me to sympathize with a mad killer.
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