Mr. Sandman
Jul. 7th, 2002 09:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bjornwildeI am taking a constitutional through the neighborhood, not the one I live in and not one I have been in before, but instead of walking of running or driving though it, I am pull vaulting.
Next dream, or maybe it's the same dream continued, I am in Victorian times. Again it is not a neighborhood that I know, but in the dream it is familiar to me. I am investigating a murder or murders and I am working with several others. I am new to the team or maybe new to investigation in general. I solve one crime and then another and get to the final one which is a serial murderer and one the others have been investigating but without any luck. I get an idea and end up finding a statement from the killer through the first letter of the murder victims names. They spell out something like "Large girls, have large breasts." From this I deduce that the killer's mother cheated on the killer's father and that the killer witnessed it and that is why the murders are happening. {Cause everything is always the mother's fault right? ; }
What's weird, as if that wasn't weird enough, was that this dream wasn't just a passive role for me. I was living/writing it as it went along. I wasn't actively writing it, but the feeling of the dream would change between being in the story, watching it and writing it and often all three of these perspectives would occur at the same time.
Then I woke up, just before Zoe came in to wake me...
Next dream, or maybe it's the same dream continued, I am in Victorian times. Again it is not a neighborhood that I know, but in the dream it is familiar to me. I am investigating a murder or murders and I am working with several others. I am new to the team or maybe new to investigation in general. I solve one crime and then another and get to the final one which is a serial murderer and one the others have been investigating but without any luck. I get an idea and end up finding a statement from the killer through the first letter of the murder victims names. They spell out something like "Large girls, have large breasts." From this I deduce that the killer's mother cheated on the killer's father and that the killer witnessed it and that is why the murders are happening. {Cause everything is always the mother's fault right? ; }
What's weird, as if that wasn't weird enough, was that this dream wasn't just a passive role for me. I was living/writing it as it went along. I wasn't actively writing it, but the feeling of the dream would change between being in the story, watching it and writing it and often all three of these perspectives would occur at the same time.
Then I woke up, just before Zoe came in to wake me...
