Last night I dreamt that I killed someone.
Someone I knew in the dream, but I can't place any analogy in real life.
It was out of rage for something.
I was choking him and using a used dryer sheet over his mouth and nose like trying to knock him out with ether or something. (?? wtf??)
He wouldn't die until I threw him down the steps and he broke his neck.
The fight started on the second floor - I live in ranch house...
We fled the scene ... "we" being some other female that I knew in the dream, but I don't think was my wife ... maybe a sister? (again, no one I could match to in real life)
... thinking through it again, I think the fight was about me wanting to leave to pick up my son.
..So we left to get my son, but she was driving, and went the wrong way ... not necessarily wrong, but the long way around.
There was one notable scene where we were driving and there were a bunch of bridges we were going under, and all the bridges had all kinds of signs for this route, that exit, this lane only ...etc - and there were so many that I couldn't keep up and figure out where we were supposed to go...
<flash>
Somehow we ended up in the police station, I was starting to confess - yes I was remorseful and really upset - I had never killed someone before (real life, or in dreams)... and we never did get my son.
>boink<
And then the dogs came to wake me up for breakfast and morning "Outs" (real life)
... it kind of set me in a weird mood for the day.