Plontivity Station

I had a dream that I killed someone last night and it was incredibly vivid.

Me and my friend went to an old elementary school and kidnapped our first grade teacher (who was completely unrecognizable) and brought him to an abandoned field that was shaped in a figure 8.  We laid him down on the edge of the field where the forest met the field and we both pointed guns at him and started singing “Candyman” by the Grateful Dead, but really, really, creepily and we changed out some of the words with morbid descriptions of what we were about to do to him, and as we got louder with our signing, drowning out his desperate pleas of forgiveness, we both unleashed a black metalesque high pitch note to end the song... and then a silence.... and then we both shot him in the head. 

As we were departing the field, a station wagon came driving on the left side of the figure 8 with 2 people in the car... we ran into the forest, but as most dreams go, it felt like i was running in a sea of congealed horse blood.