February
8, 2002
the bloody dream - an email to damien
I had this incredibly vivid nightmare that chilled me to the bone.
My mum, Azza and I decided to go on vacation, and of course Kakak was taking care of the
house when we left. After a couple of days when we came back we opened our house door and
one of my neighbours (unmarried Uncle Sim addicted to jogging) walked out slowly from my
kitchen, wide-eyed, an enormous butcher-knife in his hand. He was expressionless, almost
blank.
There was blood everywhere. It was trickling down his arms and the knife and his clothes.
He mumbled something, his eyes still wide-eyed, almost delirious, knife chest-high up in
hand and he walked out.
Kakak was nowhere in sight.
We went into the kitchen and saw Astig dead, intestines curled and sliced, spilling out
from her stomach onto the floor. It was a fucking gruesome image... I couldn't shake
everything away for days and days. It bothered me so much.
I don't even really know why it bothered me. My cats died weeks ago, and yes, that scarred
me somewhat, but still... we didn't really suspect him to be the mass murderer anyway,
despite how odd he is.
We all screamed when he walked out of the kitchen. I remembered the screaming, though it
could also have been in my head (how weird is that? Something in your head in your dreams
in your head). It could have been loud, or mute.
Then it was over. I dreamed of beautiful things for nights after that, but yet they all
pale in comparison to this one not-so-old memory.