I dreamt that it was evening and I was working on an event with a coworker. Our boss was somewhere else while we were running some errands as well as getting to know each other. She was a bit new. We drove by a location and she eyed me strongly looking for signs in my expression. We had just driven by a the place where I had (in my dream) dumped a body with my friend MB. I had accidentally hit and killed him and didn't know what to do. I wouldn't have worried had we not just gone out for drinks, and I knew then that I wouldn't not be listened to. I had a perfect poker face and my ability to work under pressure was on my side. Then she complimented me on my coat and wondered where I had bought it. I had purchased the coat near the scene of the crime. I guess something to change what I looked like or to replace soiled clothing and of course we just happened to be in that shop. I kept concocting emotions and stories that made me look innocent. She knew something... but I knew she didn't have all of the evidence. I felt bad in a way. It was her brother and she had a right to know or at least to desire to know what had happened to him, but I couldn't let my empathy for her situation put me in a compromising position.
Monday, June 16, 2014
interrogation
I dreamt that it was evening and I was working on an event with a coworker. Our boss was somewhere else while we were running some errands as well as getting to know each other. She was a bit new. We drove by a location and she eyed me strongly looking for signs in my expression. We had just driven by a the place where I had (in my dream) dumped a body with my friend MB. I had accidentally hit and killed him and didn't know what to do. I wouldn't have worried had we not just gone out for drinks, and I knew then that I wouldn't not be listened to. I had a perfect poker face and my ability to work under pressure was on my side. Then she complimented me on my coat and wondered where I had bought it. I had purchased the coat near the scene of the crime. I guess something to change what I looked like or to replace soiled clothing and of course we just happened to be in that shop. I kept concocting emotions and stories that made me look innocent. She knew something... but I knew she didn't have all of the evidence. I felt bad in a way. It was her brother and she had a right to know or at least to desire to know what had happened to him, but I couldn't let my empathy for her situation put me in a compromising position.
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