Ok.. I usually don't dream about torture or murder, but I read a short story by Neil Gaiman last night... "Queen of Knives" and I had a dream where I was the killer's "helper."
I was in a larger two story apartment (kind of posh) and there was a man in the place. I knew of him as a "boss." I needed to follow orders and stay on his good side. Part of me felt that this was all until I found a way to escape, so it wasn't that I was loyal to this person. I was following orders out of fear.
I was in the living area and organizing his things (he was a bit messy). Putting the remote controls in a line, moving papers in piles, tossing old receipts. There was movement of two people and conversation going up the stairs. Either this was an aquaintance, in which case it was better for me to be not seen or heard, or it was his next "project." If the latter, I needed to be at his side handing him what ever materials he needed. He yelled for me to come up... it was the latter. Dutifully, I went upstairs to see what he needed. Before me was my superior, kneeling on the floor putting tubes together. He looked like an ordinary man organizing wires to set up his new stereo. I looked beyond him and there was a blondish man in about his mid 40s. He was on his side, hands tied in front of him, feet tied in back.. but no gag. It was if he didn't realize what was happening to him because he didn't put up a fight. He just continued conversation, maybe explaining some better ways of putting him down besides Draino through a tube. My stomach turned.. what a horrible way to go. How could I be here...? My superior gave him a handful of pink chalky disks... The man ate them... I think it was to keep the acids down so he would continue to take the liquid. His mouth was foaming as he ate the pink disks...
Then I woke up.
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