Dreaming

I am on holiday alone but am in someone’s suite in the guest house I’m staying at. There are two people here who are going to kill a man. They intend to kill him by electrocuting him in the bath, but first they want to knock him out to get him in the bath. They do something to him, which means he’s dead by the time they get him in the bath, and so they won’t have to electrocute him, but they do it anyway. The current travels along the floor and into the bath, where they have put his body. I have bare feet and don’t want the current to get me, so I jump into Abi’s arms, who has now appeared.

I go downstairs to leave; I don’t want to be associated with the murder at all and know that once CSI get there, they will easily work out it was murder and not an accident. I’m at the reception desk; the receptionist asks for my phone number in case I come to stay again. I start giving it to her, then think that if I move house in the next year, they won’t be able to get hold of me, so I want to give them my mobile number, but the male manager is angry about this and says that he doesn’t want mobile numbers, only landlines.

I am with a man that I love; he is dead but still able to function the same, except he can’t feel anything. He feels really sad about this. I touch him and cuddle up to him, and I can feel it, but he can’t at all; he is totally numb to any sensation. He wishes he were alive again.