Holy shit. I'm seriously needing to get my head examined by a dream person. My brain is clearly fucked up.
So, my dream:
I was dared to bury Sammy (my fake baby son from the Fringe show I did). I took him out of the cot and replaced him with plasticine and a baby doll head. I then buried the 'real' Sammy in the garden and covered him over with wet sand.
I cracked on with my day, cleaning out drawers, tidying under the beds etc as I was packing to go home (no idea where I actually was). The grandparents of Sammy came home and found the plasticine in the cot and went mental. They were crying because the baby was dead. I found it quite surreal because the baby never WAS real. However, an actual baby had died during the time I was farting about burying bodies and I was blamed.
I cried and cried and told them that as the baby was blue, she probably was a cot death. At this point I couldn't tell them that I'd buried Sammy cos they would definitely think I was a baby killer. No-one believed me. The mother of the dead baby was attacking me and I had to lock myself in the toilet.
The dead baby then woke up and people still were calling me a baby killer. Even though many people came forward to vouch for me, I got banished to live in the tower but when I got there, some random bloke was sleeping on the couch. Another man was grouting the tiles with brown grout and a woman was in the bath.
To this day Sammy is still buried and they think I killed him. HE WAS A TOY!!!
Not sure what it all means.
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