I dreamed I was the girlfriend of a serial killer. And like not in a "oh I would never have expected it, he was always so quiet and generous" kind of way. No. He killed and mutiliated their bodies in my presence. There was a lot of red in this dream. He kind of killed people in small groups - like 3 or 4 people at a time. I was quite terrified of him and convinced he was going to kill me too, considering I had witnessed some of his acts. At some point in the dream I managed to attract attention and help and run away - cause we went to a nightclub or late night bar or something and I managed to fade into the crowd with this person. But just as I thought I was on the way to being safe, the killer ran up to me in the street, kissed me passionately, in a way that made me doubt in no way how much he deeply loved me, and then removed evidence that I had been present at the scene of a killing by taking my shoes and socks from me and then vanishing.
I woke up not long after that and had that feeling, you know, like if you drift back to sleep you are going straight back into that part of the dream? So I kept willing myself to wake up more. I had to do it a couple of times before I trusted myself to get back into an uneventful sleep.
The funny thing is, I haven't watched Dexter for over a week. Thanks to a kind reader of this blog, I do have the next instalment of the show to go but I haven't ventured into it yet. I was watching the final few episodes of Heroes before bed though. And I was thinking how I don't think the genre of "horror" is a very discretised one - that a lot of what I like happens to be horror as well as something else and that Heroes is SF but some episodes very much work as Horror too. In other words, yes my serial killer could very well have been Sylar. But more than that, certainly the end half of Season 1 is very much the darker end of SF.
Anyway, final episode Season 1 is the first thing I am doing when I get home tonight.