Sueños

​I go upstairs to meet my “friend,” an older, heavyset man who is apparently the partner or husband of my girlfriend who died.

While I’m in his apartment, I notice something that makes me suspect he may have been involved in her killing.

I sneak out of the house without telling him, almost running away because I suddenly feel threatened. Once downstairs, I realize I forgot something upstairs, something important, maybe my wallet or my purse. I’m not sure. I debated whether I should go back for it or just keep walking.

In the next scene, I’m lying in bed. The man is there, about to smash our brains out. Somehow, I censor the dream myself and rewrite it so it seems as if he was never there.

The dream may have been influenced by the murder documentary I listened to before going to sleep.