I've been having a recurring dream of sorts for the past some odd months now. Really more of a day dream I supposed. I don't really see it so much sleeping (that I recall at least), but it's a vision that has been playing itself in my head whenever I close my eyes.
I'm at a park and see a stressed, tired old man sitting on a bench. He begins to lowering his head to bury them in his hands, which I could swear are always empty at first, but about halfway down there is a large blade in his hands. Something like a helicopter propeller. I am not sure whether the old man is aware of the blade in his hands, but if he is, he chooses to give it less than no attention and continues lowering his head. The blade enters in his forehead, and exits the back of the head, around the same spot where my hair is tied in a pony tail..
The old man then lifts his head up, still looking down though, stretches out his left arm, and grabs another similar blade in his left hand. Calmly he raises it and places it too in his head, perpendicular to the first. In the left temple, out the right. He looks upwards a bit, perhaps stretching his neck, before he gets up from the bench.
He stood there for a second, blood dripping from his head, stretching like someone who'd been sitting for a while, then looked my direction. When from behind, I saw an old man, but when he'd turned I'd seen a little boy, with the same blades in his head, and blood dripping, but with a content smile on his face. He simply waves at me, spins around, and flies away.
I wonder where he's going.