So last night I was having my usual strange dreams, but what got to me unparticular was this part of the dream where I was in a video game world. I had been running through a corridor and into a room where I found a sword on the wall, but the thing seemed to be made of wood, but for some reason a bit more durable. However, it proved to be completely useless against the wooden warrior that now stood in the doorway. Now my problem wasn't that I couldn't kill the dam thing, even though the sword was uselessly bounced off the warrior’s wooden body. I just couldn't seem to bring myself to kill it.
I at one point tried to stab the warrior in the eye, and something in my head told me it would work. I even saw flashes of what the killing blow would look like, but once I had taken the shot at his eye. I pulled back, because although it would have been easy. I had realized the idea of stabbing this thing through the eye made me feel horrible. It was at this point I was starting to realize I was in a dream, and even rationalized that it was just a character and it was alright to kill it. So trying a different tactic, I then managed to get on his back and got into a position to snap his neck, and I had even started the process, but before I got past the breaking point. I again stopped I screamed at myself that he was a fictional character, but I just couldn’t do it. The idea of killing him just made me feel sick. So, again I let him go, and it was at this point that I woke up.
So before you all start wondering if I'm just a super softy. I will tell you that this level of compassion is not a common thing for me. I actually have super mean days to, but I am most of the time in the middle. So I declare that today I am a super good guy, because by tomorrow I will probably be back to normal.