Last night I dreamed that I was standing in my bedroom looking at two bodies wrapped in plastic, lying on the foot of my bed. I didn’t know who they were and it looked like they had been carved out of soap or something. I thought for a second that I should go ahead and call the police. I don’t think I killed them but who knows?
I “googled” what that meant, and true to my life, it doesn’t mean anything good.
I am hoping it’s because of what I was watching on television. First, I was watching “Forensic Files.” It was about a man who killed his wife (physically, not emotionally) and put her in the freezer. He rented a wood chipper, hacked her up with a chainsaw and ran her parts through the chipper.
Now, that’s the kind of man you want to take home to meet the folks!
The second was about John List. He murdered his wife, his children and his mother. He went on to live a fairly long, mundane life until he got caught. By then he was so old, how much punishment could he possibly suffer?
Again, that’s how Karma works, isn’t it? Give the wrongdoers and murderers a long, healthy life until they’re so old that retribution means nothing.