I’ve had more than my fair share of disturbing dreams, but this one was particularly memorable.
It was in a summer camp type setting, and I was moving into my cabin. For some inexplicable reason, there was huge hole in the middle of the floor covered by a coarse grate. The hole held some water ten feet down, like a sewer. If you’ve seen the movie The People Under the Stairs, it was exactly like the body disposal hole in that, except with a grate over it.
Anyway, I was unpacking my bags when four other guys came in. They said it was their cabin, and I said it was mine. We all had the same key, so we figured it was some sort of mixup.
Then, for some forgettable reason, we started fighting. Fists, furniture, lead pipes. It was bloody.
About a minute later, I had four dead bodies and a lot of blood in my room. Conveniently enough, I also had a big gaping hole in the middle of it. So I shoved the bodies into the hole, mopped up the mess, and went on to an assembly with the other campers.
Halfway through, a girl burst in the room and exclaimed, ``they found some corpses in so and so’s room!’’
The first thing I thought was: great, they gave my room away again.
Then I thought: uh-oh.
The girl was hysterical. She was going on and on about how the bodies were black and bloated and how they must have been there for such a long time.
So I thought, hey, maybe they’d misdate the time of death, or they’d blame whoever it was that currently occupied my room. But then I thought that forensic science will prevail and that the evidence will point all its fingers towards me.
By then, the media had magically appeared on the scene and they were interviewing everyone. People were sobbing; it was a sad scene.
So I had to act normal while everyone else was hunting for the killer. That’s about when I woke up.
The reason it was so disturbing is that I was the monster, and through no willing act of my own. I couldn’t hope that justice will come through, because then I’d be arrested and all the badness associated with that.
Also, I never felt any remorse or guilt. I only thought about how to get myself out of trouble. I found that disturbing only after I woke up.