I felt a bit alerted by my nightmares, but I had no fear. I only thought they
were nightmares after I woke up. I was a graffiti artist in my dream, I had
this spray can. So I was on a tram or such, some train or such. I moved with
it. and I went next to a wall and I draw some "X" or such on it, some lines,
perhaps an "X". Then there is this other graffiti artist with the can. He is
getting ready to spray. I think he gives a knife to some kid, and the kid
wants to thrown the knife to him, but the kid throws the knife on his chest
and he starts laying on the ground, gets wounded. I think he died in the
dream, because the 13-year-old kid threw a knife in the over-20 under-40 man's
chest. But it was all a dream, a nightmare, a fantasy. And I think in the
other dream people were hurt by being on horseback, I think there was some
torture method to get people hurt by horses, perhaps by some blades. Or maybe
they just had sex with the horses.