I had a very bizarre, extended dream in which I abetted one murder, and then another. Both victims were young women. The second murder was done to silence a gal who was putting together the pieces of the first murder.
The first gal…I can’t remember how she died. I wasn’t in the room but I was on the boat when her body was cast off in various small pieces in the ocean. Two 30-somethings were the masterminds. They were guidance counselors at IMSA [my high school].
I just remember being so afraid in the dream of being found out. This second gal was convinced we had killed the first. I was so worried about picking up the paper only to find myself accused.
[04.03.2008]
Cayucos, CA
The Writing of John B. Randall 