I dream I am living at home with my parents temporarily, and my brother is there too. I come downstairs in the morning and my mum is feverishly cooking and baking. After we talk for awhile she says to me, "So, d'Arcy. You know today is my birthday, don't you?" or something along those lines. I feel horrible for forgetting, but have been feeling out of sorts all morning and for days. I find out somehow (not sure if from something she says or just the feeling in my bedroom) that when my parents came to pick up my brother and I from the airport, somebody murdered a girl and a guy in my room. I think they were brother and sister, but maybe a couple. I keep pressing my mum for more information, but she won't tell me anything, she sits there tight-lipped at her birthday dinner, my dad is holding her hand and protecting her as she looks down with her chin up. I try to find the murderer or the scene or something, and I come into danger. Alarm sounds.
Just a note from my post last night: "(in a world where everything else is dark)" - I don't really feel like everything else in the world is dark. I think it is very bright and beautiful, just by comparison to the sound of his laugh is it dark.
Good day.
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