return of *The Bodies*
As some of you know, I have a recurring dream where I’m having a great time hanging out somewhere and then I suddenly remember that I’m a mass murderer. It starts to rain, or I take my keys out, and then I think, “Oh no! The bodies!” As in, “This rain is going to wash up all the corpses that I buried!” or “What am I doing having people over? I forgot to get rid of all the dismembered limbs covering my living room floor!”
It’s been awhile since I had one of these dreams - so long in fact that I believed whatever issues caused them had been resolved. Apparently not.
Last night’s dream had a slight variation on the script in that it did not actually include the phrase, “Oh, no! The bodies!” But the important parts - I kill someone, I forget, I remember and it ruins my day - were all there. Here’s how it went down:
I’m hanging out with everyone after hours at the bar we all work at. We’re lamenting that it’s changing from a goth / skater club to a hip-hop / skater club. Instead of wearing black, the girls are all going to have to start wearing football jerseys. I’m thinking how it’s kind of amazing that I’m looking forward to it. The new bar will be the complete opposite of my aesthetic, but because I’ll still be working with all my best friends, I won’t really mind.
Then I remember. A month ago I went to France for a romantic tryst with some guy. He turned out to be a jerk and I strangled him. Life actually isn’t going to be great at the new bar because I’m wanted in multiple countries, and when they catch me, I’m going to be electrocuted. My friends notice I look dejected and they ask me what’s wrong, but I can’t tell them cause that will probably hasten my execution.
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As usual, I have nothing meta (that I’m willing) to report about these dreams other than that there is no better feeling than waking up and realizing you are not in fact a killer.