Had a hum-dinger of a nightmare last night. In it, I killed - no, murdered three people. Two of them were somewhat famous, and their names would certainly be recognizable to the SDMB crowd, the third (who was an innocent bystander in the massacre of the other two) was a minor politician. I don’t want to mention the names because I don’t want anyone interpreting this message somehow as a threat against them, in our current enlightened times. Especially since, while I wouldn’t actually murder the first two, I don’t like them one bit.
Anyway, I shot them all in cold blood and then went back to where I lived. And I knew that I’d been seen. Sure enough, within moments I was informed that I was accused of their murder. However, even though I was accused of murder, I was allowed to stay at home until the trial. This meant I was getting phone calls from angry and weeping friends of the victims. I lived with my father, who wouldn’t speak to me. I had to explain to my friends what I’d done. I had to look at things and realize I wouldn’t need them anymore, since I was either going to go to prison for life or be executed.
Which brought the third thing about the dream. At some point I realized that even if I went to prison for life, I wouldn’t last long there, that it was pretty much a death sentence for me. So I decided in the dream that I may as well kill myself, and was searching for the best way to do so when I finally woke up.
Can we please go back to the ones where my teeth are falling out? Sure, they’re insidious, because each time, in the dream, I think to myself, “Oh hell, I used to have nightmares about my teeth falling out but now it really happened!”, but at least they aren’t as bad as this one was.
