| 9:52a |
A Murder Amid Spanish Music
Last night I had the most realistic and strange dream. The past few nights have been filled with bizarre dreams, and this was no exception.
I was at Lauren’s. Per usual, all of her little friends were there. There was a party going on and I think it was a Halloween party. Everyone was talking about Candace. She’d been missing for a few weeks and no one knew where she was. After the party, while cleaning up we found that someone had left a large duffel bag. We assumed it contained Halloween stuff, so Lauren told me to take it. I put it in the back of some old, broken down Jeep Cherokee in her back yard to claim later. I went back to Pa’s, where I was living, and remember going on some sort of hiking trip with someone. Lauren called and told me that Paul was calling, going nuts and wanting his bag back. I asked if I should give it to him and she said she didn’t really think so. She said she’d told him she hadn’t seen it and didn’t know where it was. I decided to go and give it back anyway because I don’t trust that group. I went over there, and showed two other girls there where the bag was. They wanted to know what was in it. I went inside to visit with Lauren, who was cleaning house. We heard the girls calling Lauren, and shouting that she had to come see something. We walked over there, and standing next to the crumpled bag on the ground was Candace. We both were shocked. I hugged her, even though I didn’t know her as well as the others, and all she could say was, “Oh, my god.”. She was pretty calm, though, apparently in shock. Paul had taken her and put her in the bag after she broke up with him. He’d been holding captive all these weeks and no one knew. She was pale and thin and looked pretty bad off. The cops were called, and her parents showed up. She didn’t cry until she saw her dad. My Dad took me driving around to talk to me about it because I was shook up. The dream sounds silly – her being in a bag at the party and us carrying it around and no one noticing – but that’s missing the point. It was a very real dream. She told us stories of how he’d put snakes in the bag with her and how he’d tortured her.
Later in the dream, she was dead. I’m not sure if the dream changed and she didn’t survive the kidnapping, or she died afterwards. All I remember was Brandon performing the autopsy. He let me go in with him. She was covered in bruises, stab wounds, and cigarette burns. Brand was telling me how he thought his license to do that had expired, but he didn’t care because this was for a friend.
The dream changed to where I was in this huge house. Someone was talking to me, in my head, but they weren’t there. I have the feeling I was waiting for them. I think it was Mico. He was telling me to walk up these stairs. I wanted to find a room where I could dance to Spanish music, and he was directing me on how to get there. This long, narrow and creepy staircase led to the room he told me in my head, but I was apprehensive. I went though, and entered a room where two Spanish men were – one with a guitar and one with a microphone. I walked down to the ballroom and began to dance as they played. I turned into this beautiful Spanish woman, and began to live her life. Apparently, the musicians were my father and brother, and we were leaving the room – then my alarm went off.
Current Mood: indescribable |