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My brain has gone all Silence of the Lambs on me. Here are two examples why:
1. I had a dream that gave me the heebe jeebes but also made me want to convert it into an original fic.
I dream that I was part of a investigation team that was investigating either a serial killer, a gang murder or some terrorist acts. (This conclusion was made because the murders were by beheading, and they were very clean cuts, which suggested some form of strength/training. The murders were also of certain individuals that a terrorist or a serial killer might have interest in killing.) Unfortunately, because the witnesses had all been killed and the murders took place in a relatively remote areas, my investigation team was having trouble pinpointing the killer(s).
The murders hit the newspapers, as such high profile murders tend to do, and when my male relative read this, he actually chuckled. "Sounds like a good way to kill you," he said. "Tie one of your arms down, get a clean strike in with a parang."
"Don't even kid!" I exclaimed, creeped out because a) I couldn't tell if he was kidding or telling the truth, and b) he was pretty close to describing the method in which the victims had been killed.
"I bet the parangs they used were thrown away in Bukit Pembunuhan," said my male relative, ignoring my discomfort.
In my dream, there was a place called Bukit Pembunuhan, so named because in the olden days it was popular for items used in murder to be dumped there - the dense underbrush makes it suitable for doing so. And now, with a treetop walkway, no one walks through the underbrush. Given that my team hadn't found the weapons used in the murder, I suggested that we could try out Bukit Pembunuhan, given that it was the go to place in the past. Despite calling me out of date, the team agreed since there were no leads to go on.
The murder weapons were indeed there, thrown off the walkway onto the ground below. In addition, as the place was remote, there was no CCTV to record who exactly had thrown the items. Still, as my male relative was right, I was even more freaked out. When he read about it in the papers, he seemed too pleased to be proven right, and made even more death threats against me. That was when I woke up.
2. I dreamt that I was out at a team gathering with my colleagues. While we were out, we got an alert that a killer had gotten loose and that we should be on the alert for him. Given that we reckoned going home would be safer than staying outside, we all headed to the train station to make our way back. After all, we reasoned, we were in a large group, so nothing would happen to us.
On the way back, we were discussing the facts of the case, as you do. I was talking in a very loud voice about what the newspapers were saying about his escape attempt. "They said that he sneaked out of the prison."
A stranger walking nearby cut in. "No, I'm quite sure some security guards were killed."
Ignoring him, because it was rather rude of him to interrupt other people's conversation, I continued, "The search is starting from his parents house."
"That should be the last place you should be looking at."
At that last statement, I looked straight at the stranger, and had a sudden sinking feeling that he was the killer that had escaped. He gave me a smile that implied that he knew I knew, and that it amused him.
I continued walking with my group, now letting the others talk, as I wondered how to warn them about the danger they were in. I was still wondering how to warn them when I woke up.
1. I had a dream that gave me the heebe jeebes but also made me want to convert it into an original fic.
I dream that I was part of a investigation team that was investigating either a serial killer, a gang murder or some terrorist acts. (This conclusion was made because the murders were by beheading, and they were very clean cuts, which suggested some form of strength/training. The murders were also of certain individuals that a terrorist or a serial killer might have interest in killing.) Unfortunately, because the witnesses had all been killed and the murders took place in a relatively remote areas, my investigation team was having trouble pinpointing the killer(s).
The murders hit the newspapers, as such high profile murders tend to do, and when my male relative read this, he actually chuckled. "Sounds like a good way to kill you," he said. "Tie one of your arms down, get a clean strike in with a parang."
"Don't even kid!" I exclaimed, creeped out because a) I couldn't tell if he was kidding or telling the truth, and b) he was pretty close to describing the method in which the victims had been killed.
"I bet the parangs they used were thrown away in Bukit Pembunuhan," said my male relative, ignoring my discomfort.
In my dream, there was a place called Bukit Pembunuhan, so named because in the olden days it was popular for items used in murder to be dumped there - the dense underbrush makes it suitable for doing so. And now, with a treetop walkway, no one walks through the underbrush. Given that my team hadn't found the weapons used in the murder, I suggested that we could try out Bukit Pembunuhan, given that it was the go to place in the past. Despite calling me out of date, the team agreed since there were no leads to go on.
The murder weapons were indeed there, thrown off the walkway onto the ground below. In addition, as the place was remote, there was no CCTV to record who exactly had thrown the items. Still, as my male relative was right, I was even more freaked out. When he read about it in the papers, he seemed too pleased to be proven right, and made even more death threats against me. That was when I woke up.
2. I dreamt that I was out at a team gathering with my colleagues. While we were out, we got an alert that a killer had gotten loose and that we should be on the alert for him. Given that we reckoned going home would be safer than staying outside, we all headed to the train station to make our way back. After all, we reasoned, we were in a large group, so nothing would happen to us.
On the way back, we were discussing the facts of the case, as you do. I was talking in a very loud voice about what the newspapers were saying about his escape attempt. "They said that he sneaked out of the prison."
A stranger walking nearby cut in. "No, I'm quite sure some security guards were killed."
Ignoring him, because it was rather rude of him to interrupt other people's conversation, I continued, "The search is starting from his parents house."
"That should be the last place you should be looking at."
At that last statement, I looked straight at the stranger, and had a sudden sinking feeling that he was the killer that had escaped. He gave me a smile that implied that he knew I knew, and that it amused him.
I continued walking with my group, now letting the others talk, as I wondered how to warn them about the danger they were in. I was still wondering how to warn them when I woke up.
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