About the Author
Brian j. Kamerer is 23 years old. Dreamy Filthy Suicide is his first book, but several more should be available soon. He is also a musican who sings and plays piano in Joe's Friend Brian and plays drums in Black Mold. He is an independent film actor, writer and director. He plays two parts and composed music for the movie "COONS! Night of the Bandits of the Night" Brian spends the rest of his time working in a comedy group or cult type thing called The Wrong Man.
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Dreaming had always made Darren Fishys life sad-complicated. Because he would sleep-walk all puppet like, no control over his actions. Once, when he was nine years old, heavily under the influence of such a dream, Darren killed his sleeping Dad with an axe. Darren was wearing nothing but tighty whities and socks that night (he had not yet made the switch from tighty whities to boxer shorts). He climbed from his bed and walked downstairs to the garage, where he retrieved the axe that his Dad had used earlier that day to chop firewood. He then marched up the stairs into his Dads room and struck him several times. One might wonder why his Dad hadnt woken up after that first swing, screaming agony-ouch and maybe attempting to disarm his son, as most fathers would do in such a situation. This was made near-impossible for Darrens father, however, because of the fact that Darren had buried the axe deeply into his Dads forehead, which smart-doctors say probably killed him. It was all over in one juicy-sickening thunk. The rest of the blows were simply the dreamy overkill of a sleepwalking, axe-wielding nine year old, and served only to create a wholly unnecessary mess of blood and skull fragments. Some days it rains twice. Darren then wet himself while standing over his fathers mangled corpse, all gross.