Pieces, pieces everywhere
Anyone into dream analysis out there? If so, I have a doozie for you to work on.
In the past week, I’ve had a dream recur three times. In the dream I am living in an unfamiliar town, but several people seem to know me. Everyone is nice to me, but I keep to myself as much as possible. Other interesting tidbits: I’m single and live alone; I recognize my eyes and face, yet most everything else about my physical appearance is different – I’m thin, my hair is long, and I am even wearing unusual clothes. I mean, strange clothes. They actually seem to emit a sort of glow.
Wait, it gets weirder.
For some reason, in the dream, I keep ending up with dead bodies around me. I’m not sure if I killed the people or not, because I don’t seem to have any feelings towards them other than a fear of being discovered with them. All I know is that suddenly there is a dead body next to me and I have to get rid of it before anyone else in the town finds out.
Creepier still – I dismember the bodies!! I frantically search for big, black trash bags to stuff them in and then cart them off to God-knows-where. As soon as I return home, I notice I left a stray arm or leg just lying around or perhaps there is even another corpse flopped on my living room rug and I fly into a panic again.
Each dream has been the same. It’s fucking bizarre, I tell you. Even for me. I wish I had therapy next week so I could bounce it off Dr. K. But then again, he always just raises his eyebrows a bit, rubs his beard, then asks:
“What’s your best guess as to what it means…?”
“Um, I dunno… that maybe I’m the long-lost sister of Jack the Ripper?”
(Pink the Ripperette. Hee.)
Anyway, if you have an idea that may help me unlock the mystery of this dream, please feel free to give me your input. I promise you that I am not dangerous. I won’t hunt you down and dismember you if I don’t like your interpretation. You are safe to voice your opinion.
Besides, I’m all out of those big, black trash bags anyway.