Longish ramble, but it's stuck with me all day so far, so this is catharsis as much as anything else. |
Last night I dreamt I was a doctor of some sort, helping the cops out with a scene where they'd found a plastic carrier bag full of tiny bones, suspiciously human looking skulls, some earth and some hair, like a bag full of dug-up toddler skeletons.
After some looking around where the bag has been found, I take it out of a hole in the ground and put it to one side - we'll check that out in the lab, but first I want to make sure there's nothing else to take back. As soon as I turn back to the hole, some crazy old lady walks up, grabs the bag and skitters off into one of those 'antique' shops that's just a shop full of broken down old shit from all over. I yell at her to bring the bag back, but she ignores me and I tell my assistant to go and get it back off her, right now, before the police notice we've lost the evidence.
I go back to inspecting the hole, but I'm too pissed off and distracted by what's happened to concentrate, so I go to the shop myself to see what's keeping my assistant.
Inside the shop, there's no sign of my assistant but when I yell at the crazy old lady to give me back the evidence, she gives me a plastic carrier bag. I look inside and it's full of what look like dog or cat skeletal remains - definitely not the bag she pinched. I'm all arm-waving and ranting now, demanding the return of the evidence or I'll sic the cops on her and she fetches out an old, fish-grey leather satchel, oddly round, covered in tassles, beads, stitched pictures, etc. Handmade, tribal looking thing.
I look at the satchel in my hands and am suddenly overcome with the knowledge that something terrible is inside. Something really, really awful. I drop the bag and can't seem to do anything else but stare at it and to my right the crazy old lady is bent double, pointing and laughing at me. Cackling, in fact.
As I stare at the bag I am thinking, 'what happened to my assistant? Where is he?' and I just know that whatever is in the bag is what happened to him - that he'd opened it because he hadn't felt whatever nebulous dread I could feel coming from inside it.
And then the alarm goes off, so now I'll never know what was in the bag, what happened to the assistant or where the toddler-skeletons factored in =/