I had a kind of disturbing dream. It wasn't happening to me; it was more of a movie I was watching. A man was attacked and had to kill his two attackers. It was at a school where his daughters studied, but it happened off hours. I will spare you graphic details. I knew there were twenty minutes left in the movie, in which the police would interrogate the man. It wasn't clear whether he would be accused or not.
I awoke with some relief that it was only a dream / only a movie and didn't concern me directly, though somehow I was the protagonist of the narrative, at one remove.
No comments:
Post a Comment