\u201cI had such a creepy dream last night.\u00a0 It was so\u2026 not me!\u201d\u00a0 Miranda shuddered violently at the memory of it.\u00a0 Her best friend and neighbour, Linda, sat across the table from Miranda sipping on black coffee and chain smoking.\u00a0 The morning sunlight caught the blonde highlights in Linda\u2019s hair making her look like an angel.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo tell\u201d Linda responded, leaning forward in her eagerness to hear the dream.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell,\u201d Miranda paused a moment to try and gather her thoughts before speaking.\u00a0 \u201cJust as I was drifting off to sleep, that bloody mutt from next door started to bark, so I think that\u2019s what may have caused my dream.\u201d\u00a0 She reached up and brushed away a dark curl from her eyes.<\/p>\n
Linda interrupted, \u201cWhat?\u00a0 The Jamison\u2019s dog, Frustration?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYea, that\u2018s the one.\u00a0 Anyway, in this dream, I crawled out of bed and went to the kitchen for a glass of water, when the dog started barking.\u00a0 Night after night, that dog barks.\u00a0 Without thinking, I grabbed the carving knife out of the knife drawer and crept over there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my god Mandy!\u201d\u00a0 Linda exclaimed, using her friends\u2019 childhood nickname.\u00a0 \u201cThen what happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Not wanting to go any further with the discussion Mandy replied, \u201cI\u2019m sure you can guess Linda.\u201d\u00a0 She stood up to stretch her long, slim legs.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo you don\u2019t Mandy, I want details, all the details, of this\u2026dream.\u201d\u00a0 Linda glanced up at Mandy with a grim expression on her face that Mandy could not completely understand.<\/p>\n
Mandy sat down again.\u00a0 \u201cO.k.\u00a0 To put it basically, I grabbed the carving knife, and then I pulled some meat out of the fridge and snuck over to the Jamison\u2019s place.\u00a0 I remember that all their lights were out, and the night was so quiet except for the dog barking.\u00a0 Once I had managed to get over the gate and into the back yard with the yapping mutt, I fed him the meat to befriend him.\u00a0 When he was finished eating, he came to me easily thinking I had more food for him.\u00a0 Ha!\u00a0 Not likely.\u00a0 Well, I pulled out the carving knife and slit his throat.\u201d\u00a0 Mandy stopped, taking a deep breath.<\/p>\n
Linda peered over her now cold coffee at Mandy.\u00a0 \u201cWhat?\u00a0 That\u2019s it?\u00a0 Your dream ended just like that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot quite.\u201d\u00a0 Mandy confessed timidly with a blush of guilt.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell?\u201d\u00a0 Linda asked, putting out a smoke and lighting another straight away.<\/p>\n
Mandy continued with the telling of her dream.\u00a0 \u201cNeedless to say, the dog was dead, which is what I wanted.\u00a0 I got the Jamison\u2019s clothesline wire and tied it around the dog\u2019s hind legs.\u00a0 I strung him up by the hind legs to the overhang on the front porch.\u00a0 With a bit of trouble, I might add.\u00a0 Then I came home.\u00a0 That\u2019s it!\u201d\u00a0 Mandy shuddered.\u00a0 \u201cBut it\u2019s just a dream.\u00a0 Nothing to get all worked up over\u201d she said, sounding very much like she was trying to convince herself.<\/p>\n
\u201cMandy, I hate to tell you this, but\u2026\u201d\u00a0 Linda paused, and Mandy jumped in.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u00a0 You hate to tell me what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShit Mandy!\u00a0 The Jamison\u2019s dog was killed last night.\u00a0 Exactly the way you just described!\u00a0 You didn\u2018t just dream it Mandy.\u00a0 You must have done it in your sleep.\u00a0 you killed your neighbours dog.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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