Consume Product

This is such a distant memory that I don't even remember it directly, I remember remembering it, but I think I remember remembering a vague idea of a man forcibly having a woman brought into some kind of empty white space (I had very abstract daydreams as a child) and stripped naked, being circled around by the man, and then being put into some state of distress, and I remember the thought of feeling some sort of satisfaction that little me couldn't understand, but then in my older mind, it got recontextualized and I legitimately think child me was some kind of sociopath

Similarly, at age 6, I imagined capturing mourning doves, capturing them in glass cases, and making them watch me crush their eggs, always with hatchlings inside, and in my kid brain I always imagined them yowling like cats, and it made me feel so good in some horrible way. I would continue to have the same fantasies, but more, well, fantastical, trying to endlessly make up more surreal, dramatic situations like angering or distressing weird demigods or being punitively de-born and reborn as the type of bird I was torturing/aborting

If there are any shrinks in the comments, is this normal?