Dreaming About Serial Killers & Flunking Grad School

[kybearfuzz]

My mind is a soup of bizarre things and how this funky mix appears while I sleep is a mystery to me.

I was essentially accompanying a serial killer and his friends while they were being pursued by the authorities. I was not a participant in any of their activities, but almost like an observer that they were aware of, but basically ignored. Eventually, the serial killer was killed and had become a celebrity of sorts.

At the house where the serial killer and his sister, who often helped him out, would kill their victims, there was a reality/news event going on where his sister was showing the press where she and her brother would hide the bodies. I had found out that one of the victim's family was going there to kill her during the event. I met the victim's sister who had a very distinct hairdo who had informed me about her brother who was out for revenge.

I drove like crazy to get there before he could kill the sister. I have no idea why it was important to protect her. Maybe I knew something the rest of the world didn't, or maybe I didn't want the guy to go to jail for killing her. I got to the house and made my way past the crowds to the stairwell where I saw the guy arguing with the serial killer's parents who were there too. He lashed out and hit the parents and then ran down the stairs to the basement. After I checked to make sure the couple was okay, I made my way to the basement where I found the sister in arm and leg shackles with the police protecting her. She told me she was getting ready to show everyone the refrigerator where they stored the bodies. I cringed.

I told the police officers about the victim's brother who was in the house to attack the sister. One of the officers went to tell the female officer who was going to be escorting the sister to the rest of the house. The female office who appeared had the same distinct hairdo of the same color as the victim's sister who had told me about the brother's attack. I was in shock as I wasn't sure what this meant... and then I woke up to go to the bathroom.

I went back to sleep and dreamed of getting my grades from my grad school classes in the mail. I never went to grad school in reality, but apparently, according to the transcripts, I'd gone several semesters. I had three F's, one incomplete... and a D. None of the classes were in my field, they were all obscure English courses and I recalled the reasons why I apparently flunked everything. I realized that I shouldn't have been dealing with serial killers and folks out for revenge and done more studying.

Comments

[killerjoe.livejournal.com]

The problem is that instead of doing your homework, you're hanging around the wrong crowd in your dreams.

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

Obviously I need new friends in my dreams. Burly male dancers would be nice. Smart ones that know about The Iliad would be better.

[prisonbitch.livejournal.com]

exactly! But then wouldn't you hang out with serial killers if it meant avoiding obscure english classes???

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

Decisions, decisions... I suppose hanging with them would supply me with a lot of fodder for writing. I think obscure English classes are just as deadly, just not so flashy.

[snowboardjoe.livejournal.com]

So, where were all the super heroes in this dream? On vacation? Or did the bad guy already kill them too? :p

[kybearfuzz.livejournal.com]

That's a good question! Perhaps I was the superhero and had not yet had a chance to slip into a hallway and transform to stop the killing from taking place?