Yesterday morning I literally woke myself up by screaming.
This morning I woke up and immediately felt immense relief that what I'd just witnessed wasn't "real."
Last weekend my boyfriend kept shaking me awake at night because I kept whimpering/crying in my sleep.
Halp.
Last night my dream was from the point of view of a young boy growing up (ages 8-14, I'd say). He had extreme violent and sociopathic tendencies, and I watched as he slowly learned how to do horrible things and frame someone else for them. They started small, like tipping a vase off a shelf and blaming it on the cat, stealing belongings and pinning the blame on his brother after planting the items, and finally up to multiple homicides.
The most vivid part of the dream was the killings. I dreamt that a young girl (maybe 8 or 9 years old) and her mother were visiting the boy's family. The girl had developed a crush on the boy, and instead of being either annoyed or flattered, the boy's thought process was "oh good, I can exploit this." It led to him planning the mother's murder, and framing the girl. He then murdered the girl, after consoling her immediately after her mother's death, and then made the girl's death look self-inflicted.
The rest of the dream followed the boy and his relationship with various family members. The parents grew nervous around him, and the boy's younger and older brothers were afraid of him, and the older brother kept looking for ways to prove the boy wasn't his biological brother, but some kind of demon or shadow child, like in Irish mythology where the Fae can replace an infant with a trickster child.
Overall kind of disturbing, but so cinematic/complex that I felt I needed to remember it and write it down.
TL;DR- dreams are fucked up, yo.