Early this morning – around 3:30 a.m. – I used my bedside dream notebook for the first time. The results were surprising. I figured that, with just a few written hints, I would be able to recall most of a dream I would have otherwise lost somewhere between waking up and hitting the shower. As it turns out, though, I still do not have the depth of memory I was after. What I do know is this:
The basic dream-plot was that someone had murdered two of my ex-girlfriends (I know… psycho) and was trying to pin it on me. I was, apparently, on assignment in Los Angeles – a city I have never been to before. My boss had sent me there and was checking in on me periodically. Eventually he came to visit me and directed me to the various school buildings where I would be conducting audits. He also showed me to my hotel, which was ludicrously tall and almost entirely glass. The elevator was a hellish ride.
The girlfriends in question: one I remember clearly, the other I’m not sure if it was a fictitious girlfriend or one who actually existed in real, waking life. The second one murdered – the one based on a real live person – is the one I remember. I think there was some sort of church connection with both of them, though. I got a call – from my father, I think – telling me about it. I was in LA, all the way across the country at the time, but somehow I knew that someone was trying to pin the killings on me. Sadly (and disturbingly) I was more concerned about being blamed than I was about the actual death. I couldn’t get my wife to understand why I was so panicked about the whole thing.
What brutal murder – the second girl was killed with a screwdriver, if memory serves me right – and accounting have to do with one another I have no idea. The whole dream ended in a chase through the hotel and out onto the Los Angeles freeways. Barack Obama and a couple of new cabinet members also made an appearance, but I have no explanation as to that connection either.
The notebook scrawl reads something like this:
someone framing me for killing
ex girlfriends [name redacted] & ? fm church
also –> wife
california interstate & LA
Halloween?
obama whitehouse
in officials girlfriend
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[boss’s name redacted]
ass frethsih LA hawling out
electrons bul digg glass
What do you want from me? I was half-asleep and writing in total darkness.
The process needs some practice, I admit, but the premise is still plenty entertaining, if nothing else.
You should just publish the stuff from the notebook and let me make up the details. There’s a lot to work with up there. “in officials girlfriend”? “ass frethsih”? Should that be “fetish”?