I had the following dream after reading about Marie Walsh, a 56-year-old woman who was caught 32 years after she escaped from prison.
I’m hanging out with one of my best friends O when we get into a fight over something trivial and pull samurai swords on each other. I slash him twice in the stomach and kill him instantly. I run from the scene and tell another friend what I’ve done. He drives me to the canyons and hides with me in a cave for several days. During the day he harvests plants in the area for us to eat. The cops come looking but can’t find us. I know I can’t live in the canyons forever, so after my friend goes home I make a risky trip to a suburban neighborhood and knock on the door of one of my former English professors, Don. I show up in the afternoon acting like I’m just making a social visit, and we chat for several hours. I don’t know how to break the news to him, so I wait until the last minute right before his wife comes home from work. He’s shocked but sympathetic and tells me to hide in a bedroom behind a bed so he can talk to his wife alone. She comes in shortly thereafter, completely worn out from her day. (She is a real estate agent and works much harder than he does.) I crouch behind the bed next to a bookshelf and notice that he and I own the exact same books, mostly mystery novels for young adults. After a while, Don opens the bedroom door and tells me that I’m allowed to stay for the time being. I spend two days at their place in panic and despair before waking up.