Dreams.

Keywords: witch, superpower, killings.

The beginning of the dream is lost. It's unclear whether I initially possessed some kind of superpower or enhanced it with a witch (more on that later), but in short, I had a superpower, in the literal sense of the word. In addition, there was something like invulnerability. So, it all starts with me entering the house of some witch (the events take place not in a fantasy world, but in an ordinary one). It's quite creepy and scary there, the witch herself is not visible, at some point I hear her voice, which tells me what to do to gain more power/receive power (I don't remember what to do, it seems like it was some kind of ritual). I do it, I gain power, but I don't leave, but I start looking for the witch herself. The house becomes even scarier, and at some point (either I saw the witch, or something else happened) I run away, but the door is locked. Then I break the window and, as it were, slide down the building and continue running. I almost get hit by several trams. They were moving one after another and very quickly, maybe I could speed up time or something like that. When I realized that no one was chasing me, I remembered that I had things to do. I went to visit some friend in prison. They let me into the cell where he was supposed to be, there are a lot of prisoners, I ask about him, they hesitate, as if they don't know. In the end, it turns out that he was killed there. And here the most interesting thing begins. Being very upset and saddened, I start killing everyone in a row with my bare hands (mostly I twisted their necks, but I also broke their spines and stabbed their stomachs with my hand). The prisoners panic, they shout to open the cell, but the guards don't hear them. After I killed almost all the prisoners, the scene somehow moved to another place, just to some building where there are many people. In this building, I continue to kill people. Near the women's restroom, I come across a couple of women, I grab them by the necks and drag them into the women's restroom, and there are a whole bunch of these women. They are hiding. I tell them, "I'm sorry, but I don't want to be considered a sexist, so I'll have to kill you all." They start screaming and begging me not to kill them. I took pity on them (me, a maniac killer), decided that I would only kill two and started figuring out with the help of a counting rhyme who I would kill. In the process of counting, it turns out that there are several more men hiding in the women's restroom, I happily kill them, and I decide not to kill one big guy because his face was made up. Somewhere here the dream ends. Excellent dream. I have never played the role of a maniac killer in a dream before and killed so many people, I liked it.