Dream Journal
Melissa was lying fully clothed in my parents’ pink bathtub with her head at the nozzle end while I stood at her feet looking at her face. I could tell she had been dead for some time because her skin was blotchy blues and greens. It was soon going to be time to bury her, but we had to wait for something before we could commence with the burial.
She had my hair on the top of her head instead of her own, and it had caught in the drain causing the water to back up. Her face was just under the water, but no other part of her body was wet. I reached over and pulled her (my) hair away from the drain so that the water could go down.
Worried about how long we would have to keep her in the tub before we could bury her body, I went and got a large saltshaker from the kitchen and sprinkled it all over her skin to keep it from rotting.
I yelled to Mom, who was sitting in the living room, and told her how Melissa’s head was under water. I told her that I had let the water down the drain and then coated her skin in salt. Mom told me to fill the tub back up because it was to help keep the body from rotting. I knew this wasn’t right, but I did it anyway, moving her hair back into the drain to keep the water in the tub.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her; I was so worried about the condition of the body. I didn’t know when we could bury her, but I hoped it would be soon—for her sake.
Themes: Melissa