I had a nightmare and it involved my turkish flatmate and a beautiful boy who couldn’t hear voices/didn’t have a voice (can’t remember which) and he wore a school uniform like boys wore in the 50’s and it turned out he was evil but my flatmate was in love with him and I had to kill him and the only way was with fire so I lured him to my flatmates room which was actually my room in my parents house and he got in the bed to go to sleep. I’d already covered the room with petrol so I set it on fire and I had to drag my flatmate out because she didn’t want to leave the boy and my mum was in it but I can’t really remember why.
Oh and I can’t believe even my subconscious is this superficial but I remembered my macbook was in the room that was on fire so I had to go in and rescue it and it was a bit damaged and I was really sad.
