After killing my wife, and a bunch of other people, I felt so disgustingly evil, my giggles wouldn't stop.
"Kehehe, I'm a demon... I'm not human... Hahahaha", I kept giggling as I rushed through tokyo's alleys.
I checked my pockets to see how much ammo I had left. 4 more magazines. Enough to kill about a dozen people.
I wanted to just go wild and kill anything in sight, but I had to control myself. I'd get caught and won't be able to kill more people if I got sent to jail...
I felt completely justified too, because in my mind, I was already dead! For fuck's sake, I wasn't even in my own body! I was inside the body of some random japanese fucker who gets off on watching his wife get raw-dogged by his enemies!
I decided I'd do whatever gave me the most pleasure, which was killing people.
Just something about it... Felt so good! I couldn't control my ecstasy.
It was the same in the war. I didn't want to admit it when I was still alive, but I genuinely enjoyed killing all those civilians in the name of America. I was thriving in that environment.
I was scared my homicidal tendencies would seep into regular society and I'd be incarcerated for life, so I distanced myself from everyone.
But here... It's different. I'm not *me* here... I'm... already dead. No point in hiding what I love to do...
Just as I was about to leave the alley I was running down from, I heard it... police sirens.
I panicked and turned the other way.
But it was too late, they were already there. Weilding shotguns and riot shields.
I couldn't get away.
I started blasting my suppressed pistol, but their riot shields blocked the 9mm bullets easily.
And... Something very strange was happening... It... felt awkwardly good... on my snake in between my pants... Like... almost like... I was getting a blowie from some girl...
Suddenly, the sky started changing colours. From blue, it became purple, then it changed to pink.
The police in front of me put down their riot shields and started clapping.
Suddenly, the entire scenery changed and I was floating in clouds...
And then-
I heard the noises. Noises of suction and capillary.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw the ceiling fan of the hotel I brought me and Aoi to.
I look down and beneath my blanket, was Aoi, my wife, blowing me.
"Uhh...", I managed to say.
She looked up at me and took it out of her mouth, cleaned up some of the saliva and asked me worriedly-
"Honey... are you alright...? You were... mumbling things... and seemed to be having a nightmare... I thought... this'd help you calm down...", she said as she continued slowly stroking it.
"Uhh... Huh... Ahem... Well... thanks, Aoi... that... feels great...", I managed to say. I was utterly dazed and confused as to what the fuck was going on. Did I hallucinate that whole thing?!
Or is this a hallucination? Where am I? What's going on? Oh shit... I'm gonna bust...
I held down her head and nutted in her mouth. She seemed just to accept it.
My mind went static for a few seconds.
'Okay... This isn't a dream... because that felt really good... Oh god, I'm lightheaded... What the fuck is happening to me...'
I let her go and she calmly sat up and cleaned up her mouth with tissues and water.
"Are you feeling better, honey?", she asked caringly.
"Uhh, yeah... That was... amazing...", I replied honestly.
'I'm... Okay, calm down... I didn't kill my wife. I don't know what happened, but I was dreaming about that whole thing... now that I think about it, of course I was! How the fuck could I have killed 20 guards on my own?! Without preparation or special gadgets?!'
"What time is it?", I asked Aoi.
"It's midnight...", she replied.
"Anything strange happen while I was gone?"
"Uhm... No, not really. Apart from you mumbling things in English and... looking strangely afraid in your sleep...", she answered.
"... I see."
"Honey... are you really alright? What were you saying in English in your sleep...? Since when did you even get that good at English to have such a Western accent...?", she asked worried.
I sat up and kissed her deeply.
"I'm alright. And... thanks for that... Honestly, I might've been in serious trouble if you didn't pull me out like that..."
She smiled cutely and kissed me again.
'What in the American Psycho shit was that...', I thought as I went for round two with Aoi.
After we were done, I took out my laptop and looked up symptoms of having extremely violent and vivid lucid dreams.
I scrolled for a while, but didn't find anything useful. Because of this, I started thinking...
'Did I not kill that fucker before either then? Was that a hallucination too?'
I quickly searched news outlets and started looking for articles on the murder of a former soldier.
"... No fucking way...", I audibly said.
There was nothing. Not a single word... Did I not kill him? But... I swear I did... Did they just not find the body? But... it was right in the middle of an alleyway... Surely, some guy would've spotted it...
'Shit... Shit shit shit SHIT!', panic started to settle in.
Was I losing my mind? I swear what I saw and did wasn't a hallucination! Then... Just what the hell is happening to me?!?!?