In addition to various romantic dreams about my new boyfriend, I had a nightmare last night. In the nightmare I woke up one morning to find my parents trying to get rid of the bodies of our neighbors. They had killed them after an argument or some other altercation. I started having a big moral crisis over whether I should tell anyone or call the cops on my family, on top of being scared shitless that I might get killed next. My mom took me to high school for the day like nothing had happened (I graduated back in 2017!). I think I planned to tell someone there or use their phone to call the cops. It was all very complicated and overwhelming and fucked up. I don't remember anything else about it.
