Damn, this was a disturbing dream!

I was with a dream-partner...I don't know if it was Stan or a female or who (sometimes these dream-companions are very non-descript, and I naturally assume it is Stan because who else would it be, but at times they have female-like attributes as well. Maybe it's my shadow-self.). But we had killed someone, some female, no one I knew, but someone who must have pissed us off somehow. We were going to dispose of the body, and the dream-partner suggested we put the body in one of those tanker trucks that carry gasoline and deliver it to gas stations. Supposedly, in the dream, the hose that deposits the gas is wide enough for a body to slip through. So we got a tanker somehow, put the body, wrapped in plastic, inside of it, delivered it to a gas station, the body slipped through and into the underground tank. Then we left. It was like we were in Fort Collins around the cemetary, and we were heading by foot, running, down Mountain Avenue towards Shields and Beaver's Market, which is where the gas station supposedly was that we deposited the body. (IRL, there is no gas station there) People were going about their business like there was nothing wrong, but I was getting these horrible feelings of guilt, not as much for killing someone but for hiding her body, and no one will ever know what happened to her.

If I can feel so guilty in a dream-state, I wonder how people who actually murder and then try to cover it up feel. I guess they don't.

Labels: Dreams