dream prose

I had this dream last night:


I knew this family (it so happened to be the Gonzalez family) and somehow, their little daughter went missing. I felt particularly guilty for some reason, perhaps because I had been babysitting her or something. But the little girl went missing and it became accepted that she had died, and was murdered.
Her body was never found or recovered. It was a big mystery that haunted everyone involved. 

I said to the dad (Juan), "I will find her. I know how I can find her. I will bring her back to you." And also that I was so sorry. I felt so responsible for it.

So I went away to try to figure things out and as I was pondering away by myself, a man approached me. Well, he was more of a "guy" than a "man," and he was the epitome of creepy and sleazy. He approached me and started hitting on me and flirting with me, at which I was utterly appalled, and told him to leave me alone. He got mad, and finally told me, "I know where she is. When you change your mind about me, come and find me, and you will find her. I will be at the old abandoned building, on the second floor. Follow the red metal door to the right, and you will find me at the end."

I said crossly, "I don't believe you, and I'm not coming after you. You can't win me over like that." He shrugged and left.

5 months past and I went back to visit the father of the family, to ask more questions, perhaps to find more clues as to what happened, and to tell him that I hadn't found her yet.

When I got there, it was raining, and he was alone with his older daughter, about 6 or 7 years old. I asked where his wife was and he told me that she had left him because of the agony over the missing little girl. He really seemed pitiful, and even annoyed and pissed off that I had returned and was still onto this. I was asking him if there was anything else he remembered from the night she went missing when he said, "What about you!? There must be something in YOUR past that can lead to where she is!" with a smirk, almost insinuating blame, and almost leading me to his truth. In that minute the realization zoned in on me, and I remembered the creepy guy who had told me where she was, and I knew I had to go there. I said "I know where she is" and immediately turned to go to the building.

The building was actually an old abandoned school building. I arrived on the second floor and there were a few older ladies in the halls. I  knew, for some reason, that I was close. The left side of the hallway was covered in student lockers, but they worked more like filing cabinets that pulled out into long metal drawers. An older faculty member woman was standing there, and she opened one locker on the bottom row on the left and as she pulled it out there was a soft putrid smell. The drawer was lined with naked toy baby doll parts, and as the drawer extended, at the very back was a shoe box filled with dirt with the decomposed skeleton of a baby girl laying on top.

As my breath caught, there was a sense of finality and peace in finally finding her, and knowing of her fate. At that moment, it also dawned on me that the FATHER was the killer. He wanted me to know. He was all but bragging to me of his crime. He was the Principal of the school before it was shut down, and he had a band of loyal followers, the women in the halls. I knew that he had killed her to drive away his wife, so that he could proceed in his illustrious affairs with other women without seeming like the guilty one. It all made sense: I knew.

I looked down the hall and was quickly stunned to see the large cast/wrought iron red door the man had told me about, marking the right turn, leading to him. I was crying, I had tears on my face, and I knew it was all over. I didn't really care about myself anymore. It was over.

I walked down the hall to "the end" where two older women were waiting for me. I was weak and defeated. The had a large locker opened and the drawer pulled out, with big thick blankets lining the drawer like a bed. They grabbed me, put me in the drawer and strapped me, and then put a large thick blanket on top of my head and closed me in.

I remember watching myself being strapped in from a distance. I guess at that point, I was already dead anyways. I was suffocated.

The police were already on the way. I had alerted them before I arrived at the school, and they would soon find the baby girl's remains, and later they would smell me, and find my remains as they searched the perimeters.


I awoke outside the school as a spirit, police cars covering the lawns, my body on a stretcher, and the father there, innocently watching. He blamed the girls death on me, said I had killed her and put her there in the beginning. I was framed. But as I walked around these things with the vivid colors and crisp air, I was happy, because I was at peace. We were safe. I looked over and was surprised to see the man who had tipped me off in the beginning. I ran up to him and kissed him on the lips and said "Thank you!" (haha) It wasn't until that point that I realized him for what he was, Death himself. He knew where she was, and he knew where I would end. Death had come to me, had flirted with me. Death was our best friend and benefactor, our liberator.





whew! talk about a creative subconscious!