I dream about a 17th century man. He’s a rich estate owner, he has a daughter and a butler. A sailor visits him at his big estate, he says “my buddies and I just survived a ship wreck, can you help us?” The rich man refuses to help and sends him away. The sailor and his friends plot to kill the rich man, the butler has discovered everything and warns his master, who is so irritated he kills him. Then everything is resolved with a soccer match.
Tag: murder
I’m Also Stingy In Real Life
I dream that I’m giving English lessons to a young Russian mobster. He arrives late, but he seems quite invested in my teachings. I start with the alphabet, then go into a short story about a summer camp murder. He wants to keep reading but Kira Nerys plants her hands on the table and says time is up.
Then I dream that my brother sends me a link to a Sims CAS mod that will apparently improve my experience drastically. The site is subscription based and I balk when I see it’s 11 pounds a month. How much is that in regular money?! I have no idea but I’m sure it’s too much. The mod looks so nice though… I cave in and I’m filling the subscription form when my alarm rings.
I Wasn’t Anywhere Near This, Not Even Watching From A Screen
I dream about a young man, a butler maybe, who has just murdered the old lord he works for. He leaves the manor with no rush, it’s a Saturday and he knows the gardener won’t be back to discover the body until Monday. He goes home and carefully plans his escape along with his girlfriend. On Monday morning, they drive away in the fog. A young detective arrives too late and find their house empty. He wears thick glasses and his face is calm, emotionless.
Years pass. The murdered and his girl are now married, they’re currently on a tour bus. Around them, people are singing church songs and clapping to the music. A car flanks the bus, it’s the detective, now with a balding head and a mustache. Police swarm the bus, they arrest the murderer, drag him away. As the other passengers protest, the detective looks up at them from the car window, and very calmly states,
Don’t worry about it. He shot a man in the head.
Nobody seems to notice the wife, nobody arrests her. She goes on to live her life and raise her kids, scot-free.
I Was Equally Sad For Both Women
I dream that I’ve witnessed a woman being murdered, then emptied and stuffed with rice.
Then I dream about being in a car with my brother, we’re watching a movie. One of the characters is a young mother wearing a sweater so old it’s full of holes.
God How I Despise That Man
I dream that I’m waiting and waiting to be allowed back to work (just like I’m waiting IRL). It’s raining, like it often happens in my dreams, and it’s New Year. Ronald Dump, the oaf president, is on TV, chugging a bottle of Champagne. He’s looking down from his balcony wearing a night robe, fat and disgusting. A tall figure appears behind him, Drumpf is too drunk to notice. He’s gonna push him, he’s gonna push him, the whole word prays, eyes glued to the TV.
My alarm rings, I sigh in frustration. I really wanted to watch that murder going down.
House Call
It’s morning, I’m walking to the store when I hear my boss calling my name with a weak, whiny tone. Her voice comes from a house alongside the road: IRL that house simply doesn’t exist, there are only trees in that area, but in the dream I see a small yellow duplex covered in dried vines.
I go inside the door on the right, I see a one room apartment with a large bed. Boss Lady is in the bed, hair all tousled and looking sick and miserable. The floor is covered in used paper tissues. I avert my eyes because it looks all too intimate, and I wonder where her dogs are. Just then a man arrive, a dog sitter no doubt, leading the two dachshunds on a leash. I take them both and they fall asleep on my lap.
They neighbor family arrives, I can see them clearly because there’s no walls inside the duplex. They sit all around the bed and start reminiscing about a lawyer who used to live here in the house. He was found guilty of murder, and everyone agrees it’s such a shame, he was such a distinguished man. I leave the house so I don’t have to admit to these rich people that I believe the lawyer was definitely guilty.
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