Keeping a Nightmare-Diary

So this week, I've been having some rather odd dreams, and decided it would be interesting to try to note down a few of them.
The first, rather unwelcome, nightmare I encountered centred around an unpleasant serial killer called Alfred. I had decided to move to the suburbs, and it so happened that 5 minutes after the previous owner had given me the keys and waved me off with a somewhat sinister smile, the punctual police informed me he had in fact butchered several unfortunate individuals who were now hidden under the floor of my house, among other places. Oddly, the policewoman had sewn her own eye up, but wasn't prepared to talk about this. She had also given herself a facelift, but hadn't yet got around to removing the stitches. After this, she pointed out a strange area of damp rot under my sink. I knew immediately that there would be a body behind it, and was unsurprised to see an entirely preserved two year old boy, fully clothed, lying amongst the plumbing. I looked away, but when I looked back, he was horribly rotten. It soon transpired that the bodies were underneath my floor, bricked up in the walls, and underneath my mattress. She then took me to a forensics laboratory where I was given a guided tour of open graves and several quite nasty decomposing body parts. Needless to say, when I woke up I was far too scared to get out of bed for half an hour.

Bodies tended to be bricked up in the walls, but due to my dream giving me the power of X-Ray vision, I was able to see all these gruesome details. 

I thought a detailed diagram of exactly what happened would be interesting, since I usually forget dreams within a few weeks of having them.

Another, quite unpleasant, dream involved what I believe was Linate station in Milan, mixed with the Galleria Novecento. Every station in the dream looked exactly the same, very much like the front facade of that building. It essentially involved walking into the station, but being compelled to turn around by the sensation that I was being followed. A man was standing at the top of the stairs leading down to the station, waving at me, and for some reason I felt threatened by this. I stuck two fingers up at him, like you do, but couldn't stop seeing him on the train, everywhere. Having thought further about this I think it may have stemmed from a real incident in Bremen in which I was actually followed by a very strange and very nasty man, and had to shake him off.

Dreams don't have to be about being followed by people/living with serial killers. They can sometimes just involve casual nudity.

One nightmare I had is one I can, unusually, find a real cause for in day to day life. I recall when I was about 16, a boy in my school who I didn't know terribly well, but had seen around and occasionally had conversations with, was drowned in a cross-tide at a place we often went on holiday as a family. This meant that we ended up going a few weeks after he died, which was odd, knowing the place extremely well. That resulted, I suspect, in a nightmare about drowning. The floods in Genova which killed six people this week also made me draw lots of things to do with floods.

Dreams about a significant other can and quite frequently do turn into nightmares, but a strange dream in which we both appeared to be foxes provided some nice relief from the usual. I should stop reading quite so much Kafka, but this was at least a benign dream.