/lit/ - Literature

This is a dream I had recently:

It was a small concrete room with a pillar in the middle. In the room with me was an elephant lying on it's side, and I was taking great pleasure in beating it savagely with my fists. My subconscious personified came to my side and noted with approval, "you're causing it quite a lot of pain," pointing out how it had begun to vomit in anquish. This gave me pause; I hadn't given a single thought as to what effect my beatings were having on the elephant. He continued: "But if we want to get it to commit suicide, what we really need is emotional neglect." "Suicide?" I thought, "That isnt what I wanted," but he was already leading me behind the pillar out of view of the elephant. A moment later I heard the piteous cry of the elephant as it staggered to it's feet to find where we had gone. "Don't make eye contact!" My guide told me as he pulled me with him, circling behind the pillar to keep hidden. This continued with fervor until rounding the corner of the square pillar we beheld the elephant dead, swinging from a noose tied with it's own trunk.

I awoke with a feeling of profound guilt.