My dreams are so nice sometimes.
Yesterday morning I had an interesting dream, where I was a young police woman working in the Russian countryside. We got a call from a woman who said her husband had gone missing, and she was suspecting that a neighbour they had been quarrelling with had shot him in the forest. We went out to investigate, and found that the woman lived in a small house in the middle of nowhere with thick woods around her house (which kind of looked like the house where my grandma used to live, only a bit bigger).
It was a quite long and complex dream that made surprisingly much sense. Unfortunately, I’ve forgotten a lot of the stuff in the middle, but it all came down to that we started to suspect that the woman was not telling the whole truth, because there were little things that didn’t quite make sense when you thought about it more closely.
For instance, we noticed she had been making repairs in the house that she couldn’t give any sensible explanation to. One of them was that she had laid out a new floor in one part of a room.
We broke up the new floor in that room, and it turned out that there was some kind of sealed compartment underneath it. As we broke up more of the floor, the first thing that appeared was a human leg, that looked as if it had been gnawed on quite a lot.
Soon, something else appeared. A teenage boy, looking slightly mad and squinting in the light, with blood smeared around his mouth. As he scrambled up on his elbows, he giggled: “If I hadn’t eaten him, I’d have been dead by now!”
As it turned out, the leg belonged to the woman’s late husband. The teenager was a lifter she had picked up once and offered to come have dinner at her place and spend the night. She had then knocked him unconscious and dragged him into the space under the floor, thinking he was dead.
I woke up before we got to know more about the woman’s motives, and why she had called the police when she herself was guilty. But I’m suspecting that she might have split personalities, of which one was murdering people, while the other didn’t know anything about it, and had somehow projected the subconscious sense of the murder on the neighbours ...
Posted at 9:42 pm by turukhtan