Another nightmare.

January 31, 2006

I’m still having more than the usual amount of nightmares lately. This last one was particularly strange, but I think I am getting some clues now. But who the hell knows with dreams, right?

In this dream I was working in a house that was set up to look like the house that Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman were murdered in. It was like a tourist attraction or something. Only it wasn’t located in California, the tourist attraction was located on the same block where I grew up in Sioux City, and it was the house of one of my childhood friends, Susie. (Don’t ask me. I told you this was weird.) And trust me, the houses in question bear absolutely no resemblance to each other, yet all of the gawkers who paid to go through this “fake” Simpson house didn’t care. There was a staged scene of blood and gore and that’s all that mattered.

So, ok. I’m working as a tour guide, I guess. There is a supervisor there (a man) who takes the money from the customers. My job is to open the door at the appointed time and let the crowd in. I’m supposed to watch them so they don’t take or touch anything and I’m there to answer questions.

The doors open and people start pouring in. They are all oooh-ing and aaah-ing and taking pictures of the two slain “bodies” – which are actually just wax figures, posed and covered with fake blood.

Some of the people start asking stupid questions about the murders even though they all have fact sheets and have probably researched the crime for years.

“OJ was convicted wasn’t he?”

I say “No, he wasn’t. He was acquitted of the murders.”

“He’ll probably die in prison, won’t he?”

I reply “Maybe if he’s convicted of another murder, he might. But not for these murders.”

Just as I say that, I see OJ’s face in the crowd and he is smiling at me. I blink, and suddenly he’s not there anymore.

Next, the people start wandering all through the house and some of them begin sitting on the furniture, opening cupboards, and picking up little framed pictures of Nicole and tucking them in their purses. I tell them they can’t do that, but they don’t pay any attention to me.

The supervisor lets in another group of people and I have to try and talk to them and keep my eye on the misbehaving first group as well.

Group Two starts playing in the fake blood that’s pooled around the bodies. One guy kicks at the head of the Nicole figure.

I shout at them to knock it off and tell them they are going to have to leave. That same guy kicks the head again, this time harder. Then they all ignore me and push beyond me, into the house, smearing bloody handprints all along the walls as they go.

I look up and suddenly there is blood everywhere.

I have to clean this up! I can’t have it looking like this. It’s not true to the “crime scene” and everything must be factually correct or the tourist attraction will be closed down.

I’m freaking out, trying to wipe the blood off of everything with a damp cloth. It smears and stains and soaks in even more. I feel queasy. It wasn’t fake blood. I look around, and Groups One and Two have disappeared; they’ve gone to the second floor of the house. I run to the staircase to try and catch up with them and notice things are in total chaos, items are missing, and furniture is knocked over. There are bloody swipes and fingerprints, bloody footprints, and I am trying my best to wash them away.

It’s not my fault but I’m responsible for it all.

I stand at the bottom of the stairs and listen closely. OJ is up there with those people and telling them what really happened and who he thinks the real killers are.

And that’s when I wake up.

(I’ll just stop this post here because I’m not sure what else to write.)

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2 Responses to “Another nightmare.”

  1. lattégirl on January 31st, 2006 10:28 am

    All I get out of it is: you’re in charge of a mess not of your creating.

  2. JL on January 31st, 2006 6:14 pm

    oh nooooo
    the Howard Hughes complex…
    Z

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