I had a horrible dream last night, in fact I'd call it a nightmare and I don't really ever recall having one quiet so disturbing. I'm sharing it here just to get it out of my head - I had to talk to my wife first thing this morning as well as I felt so disturbed by it.
I dreamt I murdered my son. Honestly - the actual killing was brief in the dream I know we had a disagreement and I hit him with something and then hid his body. The setting was oddly bizarre as well. It was in a back street garage type place, you know the kind where there are as many rusting hulks as cars being actually worked on. I hid his body under one of those cars. My wife was in the dream and knew about the killing and we were behaving in a manner to make it look like we knew nothing including going to the garage and talking to others expressing concern over our missing son.... just awful. I still feel bereft as a result of this. Several times I was trying to cry over this but couldn't as I was the cause...
Right final weird twist... Newton Faulkner (or someone who looked remarkably like him anyway) worked at the garage as well, I think, he did owe my son money and that was somewhere wrapped up in the whole motive thing. So odd... and scary
Please DON'T analyse this - I'd rather not know how much my head is screwed up