Dream: Framed for Double Homicide?
Had a really weird dream this morning. Really, Really weird.... but strangely awesome.
I was sitting in a student union at a random univeristy of sorts on a couch in the reception area of the facility. My dream starts out in the 3rd person perspective as I watch a delivery man carry a rather large box in from the hallway. It's cardboard and heavy. It must weigh a lot because he's straining. It's 3-feet x 3-feet x 3-feet cube cardboard moving box (like the kind you can buy at U-Haul). The delivery man-- wearing a blue windbreaker and matching hat and shorts like the UPS guys wear drops the package in front of me and then asks if I'm so-and-so. I say I am. He says he has a package delivery for me. I'm excited because it's so big, but my excitement turns to terror quickly.
I sign for the package. The delivery person leaves. There is no return address from the package, so I open the package. That's when the trouble begins. The people sitting around me on the couch lean inwardly, curious to know why I was important enough to receive such a gift and also wanting to know what's in the box.
I pull out a large metal clamp-type-thing with two huge 3" bolts on it. It's covered in a sticky red substance. "Weird," I think aloud as I set it aside on the cold, tile floor. I'm a bit leery when I pull the next item out. I see the sticky red substance on the tissue paper the item is wrapped inside. I pull on the paper and can clearly see it's a utility knife. Something clicks and I realize now that it's blood on the knife. Carefully, I extricate the item from the box without touching it. I set it and the tissue paper down next to the bolt-thing... Then I go to the reception desk to call the cops-- all the while telling the people on the couch not to touch ANYTHING.
"I've just been mailed the murder weapon for the double homicide last week," I say.
The cops don't take me seriously. I hang up and dial 911, but they don't take me seriously either. As I try to explain, the conversation goes something like this:
Me: There's been a double homicide here.
Them: Again?
Me: Well, not exactly. I just received a package containing the murder weapon for last week's homicide.
Them: Yeah Right, we recovered that at the scene.
Me: Well, I was mailed a utility knife that's covered in blood. You guys might want to pick it up just in case it belongs to another crime.
Them: There are no other crimes.
Me: I insist.
Them: *Sigh*... okay, we'll send a guy 'round as soon as one is available.
I'm frustrated because no one is taking me seriously at all and I want an IMMEDIATE response-- especially since I had to yell at people sitting on the couch to stop touching the alleged murder weapon. Here I have a bloody utility knife in a box-- there is so much forensic evidence here that proves it WASN'T me-- the box was taped with duct tape, so there might be fingerprints on the tacky part of the tape. There might be prints on the utility knife or anything in the box... but no one cares about the two people who were sliced to death the previous week-- in the very same location I was sitting.
At the very least I knew there was a killer out there and I knew he was setting his sights on me either to frame me or to make me look seriously inept so when he murdered me no one would notice or care because they'd think I was crying wolf again.
That's my morning wake-up dream. While I didn't really find it scary, it did kinda piss me off.
(As I wake, I realize that it was the delivery man who was the killer... who else would know I was there, when I was there, who I was... )
This dream, I believe, was the result of me reading, earlier in the week, about the Winnie Ruth Judd murders-- she's know as the "Trunk Murderess". The murders happened in Phoenix, AZ in the 1930's and were featured on Season 3, Episode 6 of "Deadly Women". Basically, Miss Judd flipped out and shot a former roommate, she then struggled with the other who was then shot. Judd went to work, came back and chopped the bodies into pieces she could carry and stuffed them in a couple trunks and then took a train to Los Angeles, where her leaking cargo was opened by police to reveal her heinous crime. It was featured in the local papers this week as a "tale from the morgue"... and it had really piqued my interest. Then, last night Jordan and I were looking through some crime books because I had a 50% off coupon for Borders and we were trying to find something to buy (can't pass up books when they're cheaper than on Amazon). So, that's probably how my mind wandered there. It filled in the other gaps accordingly.
I thought it strange that my mind would place me in such a macabre situation... I normally dream about weird things that don't make sense. This dream was... odd, to say the least.
I was sitting in a student union at a random univeristy of sorts on a couch in the reception area of the facility. My dream starts out in the 3rd person perspective as I watch a delivery man carry a rather large box in from the hallway. It's cardboard and heavy. It must weigh a lot because he's straining. It's 3-feet x 3-feet x 3-feet cube cardboard moving box (like the kind you can buy at U-Haul). The delivery man-- wearing a blue windbreaker and matching hat and shorts like the UPS guys wear drops the package in front of me and then asks if I'm so-and-so. I say I am. He says he has a package delivery for me. I'm excited because it's so big, but my excitement turns to terror quickly.
I sign for the package. The delivery person leaves. There is no return address from the package, so I open the package. That's when the trouble begins. The people sitting around me on the couch lean inwardly, curious to know why I was important enough to receive such a gift and also wanting to know what's in the box.
I pull out a large metal clamp-type-thing with two huge 3" bolts on it. It's covered in a sticky red substance. "Weird," I think aloud as I set it aside on the cold, tile floor. I'm a bit leery when I pull the next item out. I see the sticky red substance on the tissue paper the item is wrapped inside. I pull on the paper and can clearly see it's a utility knife. Something clicks and I realize now that it's blood on the knife. Carefully, I extricate the item from the box without touching it. I set it and the tissue paper down next to the bolt-thing... Then I go to the reception desk to call the cops-- all the while telling the people on the couch not to touch ANYTHING.
"I've just been mailed the murder weapon for the double homicide last week," I say.
The cops don't take me seriously. I hang up and dial 911, but they don't take me seriously either. As I try to explain, the conversation goes something like this:
Me: There's been a double homicide here.
Them: Again?
Me: Well, not exactly. I just received a package containing the murder weapon for last week's homicide.
Them: Yeah Right, we recovered that at the scene.
Me: Well, I was mailed a utility knife that's covered in blood. You guys might want to pick it up just in case it belongs to another crime.
Them: There are no other crimes.
Me: I insist.
Them: *Sigh*... okay, we'll send a guy 'round as soon as one is available.
I'm frustrated because no one is taking me seriously at all and I want an IMMEDIATE response-- especially since I had to yell at people sitting on the couch to stop touching the alleged murder weapon. Here I have a bloody utility knife in a box-- there is so much forensic evidence here that proves it WASN'T me-- the box was taped with duct tape, so there might be fingerprints on the tacky part of the tape. There might be prints on the utility knife or anything in the box... but no one cares about the two people who were sliced to death the previous week-- in the very same location I was sitting.
At the very least I knew there was a killer out there and I knew he was setting his sights on me either to frame me or to make me look seriously inept so when he murdered me no one would notice or care because they'd think I was crying wolf again.
That's my morning wake-up dream. While I didn't really find it scary, it did kinda piss me off.
(As I wake, I realize that it was the delivery man who was the killer... who else would know I was there, when I was there, who I was... )
This dream, I believe, was the result of me reading, earlier in the week, about the Winnie Ruth Judd murders-- she's know as the "Trunk Murderess". The murders happened in Phoenix, AZ in the 1930's and were featured on Season 3, Episode 6 of "Deadly Women". Basically, Miss Judd flipped out and shot a former roommate, she then struggled with the other who was then shot. Judd went to work, came back and chopped the bodies into pieces she could carry and stuffed them in a couple trunks and then took a train to Los Angeles, where her leaking cargo was opened by police to reveal her heinous crime. It was featured in the local papers this week as a "tale from the morgue"... and it had really piqued my interest. Then, last night Jordan and I were looking through some crime books because I had a 50% off coupon for Borders and we were trying to find something to buy (can't pass up books when they're cheaper than on Amazon). So, that's probably how my mind wandered there. It filled in the other gaps accordingly.
I thought it strange that my mind would place me in such a macabre situation... I normally dream about weird things that don't make sense. This dream was... odd, to say the least.