Plinky Prompt: My last memorable Dream

Plinky asks about my dreams. I had weird dreams on Saturday night. Very weird dreams, and lots of them. The one that really got to me was the one where the murdered girl appeared on my doorstep.

There was a young woman who went missing last week the city down the highway from me. The story made national news so you might already know about it. She left to go to work, a five minute drive from her home, at 6:45 am but didn’t make it. The police thought that her vehicle (which they found later) might have been in my town.

It turns out that it was in my town, at a local park. It was also at other places I have been to many times. On Friday evening they found her body at Larch Mountain, one of my favorite places to photograph.

In my dream there was an older man who had a  GPS device with him that could track her whereabouts. He told me she was alive and was on her way to my house. I started to panic  and tried to go upstairs to get my husband so I wouldn’t be so afraid but I didn’t have time, the older mad said, because she was at the door “right now.” I told the older man to stay with me because I was afraid to be alone with her. I opened the door and there she was, but she looked beautiful (not like a corpse, like a living being.) She didn’t say anything but I could sense that she was sad. I said, “I thought you were dead.” She didn’t respond. I went out the door, which lead to a garage. In the garage was a car, the one she was driving. In the passenger’s seat was a man, the man that kidnapped and murdered her. Only he was dead. She killed him. His arm was all carved up. Then I woke up.
What was it about? That is a good question. I think that this dream is the culmination of the unconscious, and conscious, anxiety for me that stems from this story. It is terrible and I am so heartbroken for her husband and parents. The fact that it was so close to home and that I have been to these places really got to me, in ways I probably don’t even understand. Being a woman, I am fearful of something like this happening to me (I think every woman is on some level). So that is what it was about. Anxiety. Pure anxiety. The world can be a scary place sometimes.

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