Uploading dreams from texts again:
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I dreamed I was staying at this hotel/house Sims thingy, and Angel was there too. It was really vivid and really sensory-laden. The gist of the dream went like, there was a serial killer there. In this hotel thing were a bunch of people I knew - classmates, coworkers, Tina and Kevin, my parents on both sides, etc. The serial killer murdered a bunch of the classmates/coworkers
Angel discovered where this person had stripped the victims and stashed the clothing, he hadn't been caught but various body parts had been discovered so that people knew there was a serial killer around. And when Angel discovered the clothes, she tasked me with burning them. However it was such a large amount I took the whole like wagon full and was mulling over what to do. It would've been hella suspicious, and I also wanted to keep some of the clothes and sort through who they belonged to so I could return it to the families... but some were bloody and terrible so I was going to sort them out and burn those.
In the middle of the dream I was very paranoid. I didn't want anyone to think me and my wagon of clothing was suspicious so I had to figure out where there weren't security cameras. I ended up stashing it in my bathroom behind the curtain there and figured I'd get to sorting it later.
I was distracted by the middle of the dream. There were Greek gods involved, something like a dispute between Hera and Hestia, and Hestia was so pissed she was ready to burn the apartment down, so I went to mediate and it resolved. My anxiety was real high by then.
So then I went back to my room, only to discover my father's family had put an aunt in there that I had never met, and she discovered the bloody clothing. She was lying in my bed wailing. Soon my father's family came and discovered the stash, and the way they looked at me told me they thought I was the killer.
I remember their interrogation and ganging up on me, my father and aunt and uncle, and I remember realizing and saying out loud that they never loved me
That they would jump to this conclusion before hearing me out... Y'know.
I remember smashing a lamp and yanking out the electric cord and trying to strangle myself to death in front of them. They jeered about me being melodramatic until I stuffed the cord down my throat and I suffocated.
There was water in my room for some reason so my body floated there. I died and the spirit I became just hung around that room. I remember my dad's family proceeding like I hadn't died even though my corpse wa right there and they all were quietly freaking out. I even got into my father's bed at some point haunting him and asking him questions, like, why did you think I was the killer, why do you still think so now that I've gone and killed myself?
He argued with the spirit of me for a bit, like, I knew what you were capable of, you may have died but it doesn't counter evidence, why are you haunting me?
And I remember snapping at him, "So you will die too."
Then my mom's family and Tina and Kevin came back
They walked into my room and blankly stared at my corpse
Tina found a suicide note I'd written just before I strangled myself and it was full of apologies to them and Angel for letting the secret of the clothing out and all that. And then I heard my mom start hysterically screaming.
And I woke up.
I'm a bit shaken.
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