It felt like a second dream and I kept waking halfway up thinking it was real.

I murdered someone (I think somewhat accidentally?) a friend from florida, A, by stabbing her. I needed to cover up the murder and get rid of the body. D helped because they had helped someone else, I can’t remember who. D had a well in their room that went down deep into the earth and they had to be lowered into it to make sure they deposited the body deep enough.

I don’t remember much else but it was a really stressful dream and I kept sort of waking up and looking around the house thinking “oh no it wasn’t a dream I did actually murder someone.”

(I didn’t murder anyone)