I had a dream I bludgeoned one of my work colleagues to death in the office with a bowling pin. Before anyone says it, I have no ill feelings whatsoever towards them, I actually do like them, so I have no idea what the smurf. The dream didn't "show" me doing this, I just knew that I had done that, and their body was lying next to my pod.

I was like... smurf, what have I done? I can't describe the feeling of sheer panic and desperation. Why the smurf did I do that? What possible reason made me do this? Oh trout my life is smurfed up now. It's ruined - one brief moment has seen it all be for nothing, my life is a waste. What can I do? Can I run to Brazil, or...?

Then other colleagues are wondering where this person is, why they are late for work... despite the body being RIGHT THERE. And I'm just playing along, suggesting traffic might be to blame, all while my insides are doing knots.

I woke up and man that was smurfed up, very intense. It took a few seconds to realise my life wasn't over. Looking back on it, it's interesting that the dream was more about me and how I had smurfed up my life rather than the taking of someone else's - I didn't feel remorse for that, just remorse for me. I think the killing was just a vehicle to that and as I say, the killing didn't even appear in the dream. Still, hard not to feel like a sociopath all the same. I really don't want to kill any of my work colleagues, honest! Actually, that depends on whether you would consider EoFF staff members to be work colleagues too...