Well I usually don't remember my dreams, but I can remember this one... And I know subject Max, but it just disturbed me. I was in the woods, with two men i'd never met before, they had apparently saved my life, because I had many cuts and wounds and I had been in a makeshift bed. They were talking to themselves and I was just looking at them, and around the little campsite they had made. I spotted a a bowie knife, apparently they were hunters. I got up and picked up the bowie knife and smiled. Then, I waited for them to have their backs turned and I stabbed them both, for whatever reason, then walked off, limping, with the bloodied knife, repeating to myself how I was going to murder my friends, saying them all by name. It felt so real, but for a moment I got control of the dream and my dream self snapped out of it and drop the knife in guilt, and screamed. Then , just as I was waking up, I saw a grey face, looking at me for a half a second before it vanished... God, I wish I could forget it...