It is not often that I vividly remember dreams. I have no doubt that I dream – mostly because thats what all the books say. Most of the time, however, I remember shards and fragments. It is also not often that I cry in dreams. When I do, it is seldom out of sadness, but usually from that overflow of emotions, different emotions, that makes my eyes swell.
I dreamed, tonight, about seeing a man killed. We were sitting in an open-air cafe', when a fight broke out, involving sticks. a long stick, a Bo or a Jo, was drawn out, and used to beat on the original aggressor, repeatedly, until he was dead.
when I came back, me and my flatmate (I live alone), both looked at each other and burst into tears. It was just too much.
When she came back, the killer, who was my new flatmate, was obviously very upset. No one said anything about it.