I had such a strange dream last night. I was being accused of killing a woman. Worse still, I was being accused by my family (aunts, uncles, cousins) of letting a woman who was already dying to die. She was going to die within days or weeks and I held her nose so that she couldn’t breathe! I went to the court and everything, and despite knowing the accusation was true, I cried and denied. To make it even worse, it appears that I didn’t do it in order to help the woman, but to help the family – and myself. We were going to have a celebration and that dying woman would jeopardize it. Selfish and heartless decision, but I apparently didn’t realize how wrong I was. The judge didn’t seem to believe I had killed the woman, but even though I was condamned for two years of reclusion, only having to sleep in prison. I asked my dad if I shouldn’t have a lawyer and he answered: “Leave it this way! I’m tired of lawyers!”
Oh my.
