In last night’s dream, I killed someone and hid the body in somebody’s bedroom, in between the bed and the nightstand. I can’t recall the act of murder, how I did it, or the identity of the (male) victim. Or why.

I can recall the guilt and fear of the consequences for my crime. I think I spent a large part of the dream (a very long dream) trying to figure out where I would move the body, and how I would move it by myself (which I didn’t think would be possible).

I should be more diligent in writing down dreams while they are still fresh. Because I missed a lot of details. But the feeling of fear and guilt has lingered with me all day.

There may have been a woman friend, returning from some far destination. And I may have been really concerned that she would think less of me when she learned I was a murderer.

Or possibly she may have forgiven me because it was an isolated occurrence that hopefully would not happen again. Perhaps I had learned a lesson of some sort.

It seems like the location was significant. It may have been a house with many many bedrooms. And the room where I hid my body may have belonged to my friend.