That strange feeling when in your dream you’re navigating a house that your waking mind knows you’ve never been in, but that in the dream is familiar and known. Also I committed a murder.

My mom helped me and helped me cover it up. You know, as moms do.

But we were listening/watching/reading about the investigation, and I was so nervous that someone would say or report something that led to me.

It's okay, I'm sure they deserved it.

I don't remember my motives, but I'm sure I had some.