Last night I dreamt that my mother was a mass murderer. Somehow, this seemed normal. We were sat in her living room and it seemed that she was about to get a visit from the authorities, to search for bodies. I was asking her if she had hidden the bodies well, and she was vague (as is often the case), saying: Maybe yes, maybe no; she did not seem too concerned.
In the dream, her back garden was large and swamp-like in places, and in my mind I had an image of the bodies being chopped up, almost into a crumbly texture (like rubbed-in pastry mixture) and deposited beneath the swamp.
Later in the night, I had a second dream where I was telling someone that I had dreamt that my mother was a mass murderer.
26 September 2009
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