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Third Entry: Murder Accomplice

Both a man and woman were killed; a person I knew broke their bodies into pieces and hid them in their apartment, until their client decided to hide them in a cemetery. However, during the wait, I began to notice whenever I visited that the woman, who's name I never learned, kept twitching, as if she were suspended between life and death, and she kept staring menacingly at me, as if she was trying to tell me that she was still alive.

It completely destroyed me, the following days- I kept thinking about it, I kept worrying that people would discover that my friend was a murderer, and that I would be considered an accomplice and that my life would crumble. The time came to bury the bodies, however, it was to be buried in my backyard, deep- near a fruit tree. As unnerved as I was at the news, I still felt relived that I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore- and began to dig. However, people kept popping in and out of the porch, reducing me into a nervous wreak, and I kept digging nervously. During my bout of nervousness- I finally woke up.

Unlike my other dreams were I am unsure what they are about, I've figured this one out. The constant worrying about something that needs to be handled? I"m obviously forgetting to handle, and worrying about something. Not only that, occasionally, in my fear, I resort to mistruths in order to shield my shortcomings. Which in the dream, I believe in represented by choosing to bury the bodies, instead of going to authorities and coming clean about the entire ordeal.

Still, this dream is just horrible. I felt disgusted the second I woke up, mainly because of the topic of death it introduces, and watching my friend talking about drying out their bodies and excess fluids sound disgustingly horrifying. Also, the dream felt like it lasted forever- like I was trapped and couldn't escape the hell it created- and now, I'm only glad that I've escaped it. Now, I only need to correct the mistake that led to the nightmare in the first place: procrastination.

Still, my brain has a sick way of letting me know things, doesn't it?