This is another dream of violence. I don't remember much, only the
moment of killing some woman and her child at a hotel, then the
escape -- my partner keeping me from killing everybody else in the place
to
cover our tracks. And then running away, driving a big truck or an RV,
and remembering as we left having left some incriminating evidence and
wondering if we should turn around to get it. And then the fear of
capture -- the fear of my secret becoming public. At one point, the
partners having left to return to the scene of the crime(?), I wonder if
they are coming back. I walk down a long icy hill looking for them and,
not seeing them, turn back. The climb up was harrowing, like climbing a
mountain. The road became vertical at one point, and I had to look
straight into the rock to avoid slipping, and had to seek out carefully
toe- and finger-holds.
Upon awakening, I am relieved that I have not actually murdered somebody.
Why am I dreaming of dead women?
