thefox

A lady's mother was brutally murdered in the girls' bathroom of a local high school. She was killed, skinned, and chopped up into little chunks. Half of those chunks were left in the bathroom, under a note on the wall that was written in the victim's blood. The other half were missing. In my dream, I used to go to this school, so when I heard about it, I went down there to see. It was almost set up like a museum - the chunks were gone, but the blood was still on the wall, and the bathroom was marked off, but left so that anybody could see. They didn't cancel school the next day, but a lot of people stayed home, so only the occasional class had a teacher and students in it.

Anyway, I was curious about the message on the wall, so I read it. I don't recall word for word what it said, but it was something like "you'll find the other half where you could find wine for the fuck-up jocks on Attica hall." Somehow, that made perfect sense to me, and I ran upstairs (the school was four stories), to Attica hall - a small section of hallway on the back end of the fourth floor. That section had nothing, really, except one class and a larger conference-style study room that was locked to students. There were two people in there, a teacher and a student working on remedial reading, so I got one to open the door. I immediately smelled this horrible stench, and knew this is where the body was. I looked around, and under a chair were piled the other half of that women's body - all skinned and chunked up. It was gross.

We called the authorities, and I immediately started criticizing everyone - told them all how easy it was to find those, how could they be so stupid. The daughter of the murdered women came, news cameras and reporters in tow, and hugged me for finding the rest of her mother. Something seemed off about it, but I got caught up in the emotion and started crying. She said something funny into my ear, and I started laughing... (I don't remember what it was, but it was some joke about her dead mother's chopped up body) - I stopped, immediately, and realized how very creepy that was.

I spent the rest of the dream trying to convince everyone that the daughter did it for attention and sympathy - that she tried to get me to laugh so she could accuse me of being the murderer to drag everything out in the media. It was all very strange, and I woke up before it finished. The weird thing is, that it wasn't scary at all, ever. I felt confident, pissed off, and determined to prove I was right, but I was never scared or creeped out or anything. Very Law & Order meets... psycho? I don't know, but it was a cool dream.