Last night I dreamed that my Aunt died..of like an aneurysm or something.
And that my Uncle C. was beaten to death..but I didn't really...care. I was totally removed (emotionally) from the situation. His body..deflated from a head wound and we put it in this giant laundry sink.
Somebody called the cops, but they didn't care and said they'd be out in the morning.
In the mean time, we had a funeral for my Aunt and I paced up and down the aisles of the church holding my Uncle M.'s arm.
It was very..disturbing. I was releeved when I woke up to get a drink and it made me reluctant to go back to sleep in case I picked up on the dream where I left off.
