I don’t usually dream, or I don’t usually remember my dreams. So what troubles me most about last night’s dream is that I remember it, I remember a lot of it. I mean it, I never dream. I dreamt that I was in a plastic house. Everything was plastic. This does not make sense to me either but that is how it was. It was a single story house and had many many rooms. The rooms where spacious and had a lot in them, sort of cluttered/complicated, like Sherlock's rooms, but still all is plastic. Now there was a small group of us there, and now that I think about it I don’t remember why we were there. Now there was a man that owned the house and he was there but not with us, he was somewhere else in the house. And he had a daughter but she also was not with us, she was in another room, dead. She had been murdered, and somehow I knew that. And somehow I also knew that it was her father who had done it. So I left the group and was searching all the rooms. And that is how my dream was spent, me going from room to room looking for a dead girl. Another weird thing is that I knew that when I found her, her father would know that I found her and kill me in a horrible painful way…
I woke up before I found her, but with a strange feeling. Strange dream though, huh? After thought: I am no expert but I assume that the house and everything in it was plastic because I was aware that it was all fake. In fact that is what I think about through out the day, every time I hear a voice that should not be or see a movement or shadow when I am alone, I keep telling myself that it is not real, its just my damaged brain manifesting something onto my senses. As for the need and urgency to find the dead girl. That alludes me. My view on the dead is that they are conscious of nothing, so why would I need to hurry and find her. I could have just told everyone. I guess that would not make for a good mystery. Or it feeds my need to be the hero. But I knew he would kill me. I don't need any interpretations I just wanted to share.
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