Killing My Doppelganger I dreampt I was in the city again, traveling with a pack of kids in a section that was all overgrown with plants. And there was no food and we were running out and hungry. There was a family of birds, sort of like dark-brown chickens that inhabited this same city-island and years of mythology told us we were not supposed to kill them but we were so hungry so we started going through and trying to kill them for food and I remember someone, I'm not sure if it was me, getting an arrow stuck in one and the absolute injured look it gave us, like 'why' . And then as it happened the poultry bird, when we were trying tom kill it, would turn into a person, and it happened that each kid in that space had a twin in the birds except me, and they were so happy in finding each other they weren't hungry anymore, except me. So I found the last bird and started trying to kill it, and it turned into a girl. But I was still trying to kill it and it was leaning up against these glass doors and I couldn't see anything beyond them but I realized at some point I just wanted it to get on the other side of those doors or die and I could throw it through them and I was kicking it over and over 'cause I didn't even want to touch it with my hands and at one point I kicked it in the crotch and it half-opened it's eyes and said "Please don't kick me there, you don't have to kick me there." So I went back to kicking at its neck and head and I was afraid it was never going to die and then from the weight of it leaning on them the glass doors started [to] come open so I was trying to find a way to push it behind them but I was scared what if I fell too. And the whole time I was attacking it didn't react or do anything the whole time except to say that.  ¶ 9:50 PM