Just yesterday, I discovered there is a body farm not too far away from here. While I understand the necessity of such studies, I confess to finding the thought a bit chilling. All those bodies decomposing out there, among the rocks and dust.
When I heard this, the first thing that came to mind was a nightmare I'd had long ago. I couldn't remember the date of it, but as it happened, when I found my old journal last night, the entry was there, written in the early hours of January 29, 24 years ago exactly:
"I had a terrible dream - creepy - that someone was killing women and leaving their bodies on the cliffs outside of town. There were numbers of them, all killed 2 weeks apart. It had been 2 weeks since the last murder, and the whole town was scared, full of whispers and rumors.
When I woke, the neighborhood dogs were howling. It's a full moon tonight."
According to the calendar, the moon wasn't quite full that night, just as it's not quite full tonight. These coincidences give me a bit of a shiver. Sometimes fate gives you bookends of a sort, or else they are gateposts, where the strangeness gets in. I'm not sure which kind these are yet.
I predict it will be a restless night, waiting for the dogs to howl.
