Triple murder

I have not posted on this blog for a long time simply because I have not had any memorable dreams at that time.

Since I last updated this page, I have moved house and been on holiday so I'm guessing the upheaval and change has temporarily thrown my ability to recall dreams.  However, not only was last night's dream the first I've remembered in a while, but it's also one of the very few dreams I've ever had where I actually died.

In this dream, I was staying in a very rickety, pre-fabricated house out in the middle of nowhere.  It looked like a killer's house in a horror movie or something, which is appropriate given what followed.  I was with my mother and sister, but by the time the dream had begun, my mother had gone missing from the house.  I frantically searched for her up and down the stairs while my sister casually watched TV downstairs in the living room.  I got the feeling that I'd had this dream before, but I don't know if that's the case or not.

Anyway, eventually, my sister also went missing, and I knew that she, along with my mother had been caught by the mysterious killer.  As I continued my search for them, I found areas of the house that were boarded up and inaccessible.  On one occasion, I found a gap along the ground that had been covered up, but light was filtering through.  Behind it was the basement and I knew my sister was down there.  I tried to smash through the boards that were covering the gap to no avail.  I later found a cupboard with a false back made of chipboard.  Something told me the killer had put my mother there.

By this point, I was despondent, knowing they had both been killed, so I went to look for the killer himself.  I eventually found him in the living room where my sister was earlier.  He was a large black guy with tied up dreadlocks and a white vest.  I rant at him, but he turned around, grabbed me and put a knife in my gut and pulled it upwards towards my chest.  As the dream ended, I felt myself vomit up bloody viscera.

Yes, this was a very dark dream and I woke feeling really unsettled.  I think it may have something to do with an argument my mother and sister had with each other earlier this week that had my mother ring me in tears because of my sister's behaviour towards her.  To make matters worse, I live in another town so could do little to help.  Their relationship has been steadily deteriorating for years and I've been caught in the middle.  I have no intention of taking anyone's "side" in this, both are family and both are dear to me and being in the emotional crossfire of their never-ending war is extremely draining.  Especially at a distance.


That same night, I had a second dream where I was flying across an alien landscape that looked like a desert at night.  Again, I felt as though I'd had this dream before.  I was desperately looking for other people in this barren place, and eventually came across a woman with a pet alien dog that was the size of a hamster.  Every time I tried talking to her, the dog would try and attack me.