I had another nightmare last night, but this time, it felt different... A strange feeling washed over me as the bloody scenes unfolded before my eyes. A murderous glee, a sense of triumph as the blood parched my thirst. I've never experienced such a powerful and raw emotion. It was exhilarating but also so impersonal, I couldn't tell what creature was being torn to shreds but it gave me so much pleasure. How can something that feels this good be wrong?
I hope that these are just nightmares, and that something greater isn't playing with me like a puppet. I don't want to be forced to make the choice between my morals and my gut feelings.