PROPHETIC DREAM OF MY INDIAN BOYFRIEND'S MOTHER...

My Indian Boyfriend's Mother   Nov. 12th 2015

This morning at 8:30AM 

I dreamed that I met my Indian boyfriend's mother. She half-heartedly shook my hand through the crack between the screen and the wall. I told her that I was pleased to meet her.

Next, my male buddy and I were in the front yard of my house. On my left was a flower bed about five by seven feet. It had a noticeably raised bulge four inches high containing wet flower potting soil with four half-heartedly dug rows two inches deed running down the middle of the flowerbed. 

The rows were there to make the neighbors think I had just planted the seeds of some flowers there, but instead, I had planted the corpse of a man six inches below the earth there the night before. 

I believed that the half-heartedly dug rows would deceive the neighbors, but the large number of flies swarming above the graves surface made me think that I needed to plant the mans corpse deeper into the earth later that night–if possible... if my nosey neighbors weren't around. I then thought that I should have buried him a little deeper in the ground, in the first place.

I walked on. There was another garden bed. This one looked as if had contained a body, but it did not. The ground was very dry, and I thought that if I temporarily transferred some of the dry dirt and the strange dried-up, upside down, reed Indian basket on top of the man’s grave, it would mask the odor and maybe the flies would leave. It would also buy me some time to plant the man's corpse four feet deeper later that night. 

As the neighbors milled about their yards that evening, I wondered why I didn't plant the corpse four feet down in the first place!