Last night I had a convuluted dream. I only remember pieces of it. I wanted to get off but couldn't find the partner or the privacy to do so. I was at someone's door when I remembered that I had killed someone. I tried not to think about it. I wanted it out of my memory but I couldn't stop thinking about it once I started. I had clubbed someone, they had it coming but I knew I'd be in trouble so I hid the body. Now I would live forever waiting for that body to be found and for me to be caught.
The night before I dreamt I was in one of the lower theaters at The Crest ( a cool sacramento theatre.) My whole family was with me, and my little brother James tried to hand me this giant, flat, one legged bug durring the movie. I noisily resisted and we were shushed. After the movie James was pissed that I didn't take the bug. I tried to explain that you can't just hand someone a big freaky bug in a dark theater. I too the bug then, and let it crawl around on my shirt. I had one leg that came from the middle of it's chest and went right, and then bent back to the left with a big flat squeegie like forearm that it used to pull it self around. I dropped some seeweed on my shirt and the bug stopped to eat it. I think I woke up soon after that.