A nightmare

I'm being kept awake by a bizarre nightmare. I guess I'm more easily disturbed than I had originally thought. I guess I'll stay awake and pen this while my mind clears. When I was back late from the movie yesterday, I walked along an apartment block, with a swarm of insects chasing the fluorescent lights. What was disturbing was not the insects, but the fact that there was also a rather ripe odor in the vicinity. I was understandably spooked, and those flying insects were not of the common variety that swarms when rain is coming. Worst of all, when I looked back upon the apartment block, I'd realized that the insects were swarming in only one area. When it rains, they normally swarm to pretty much every fluorescent light. Freaky.

The nightmare was disturbing, though. I know like duh, all nightmares are. I'd say that it was more of a morally disturbing issue. I had dreamt that I had murdered, but instead of being haunted by the victim or discovered by the police, I was faced with a father who had absolute certainty that the deed was done. All I knew was that he'd probably tell. Well, as to the body, it was placed in a schoolbag and hidden so that it would not be found. As far as the dream-police were concerned, it was gone forever. I think it was supposed to have been dumped in a camp, yet I seem to remember it as an area from my high school. I don't know why the area is muddled in my head. Someone else knew, though. The guy who did it with me. The strangest part was that I know for sure that I had a dream about this before. Why am I having this dream again? Am I a murderer? Am I just afraid of my father/father figure? Or is it that I bloody need some sleep? I'm waking at the oddest hours. Geez. Why am I pensive about sleeping now? Am I afraid to have more nightmares, or am I afraid of finding out some truth? I think I'll bash some porings or something.