I keep expecting cops to turn up at my house. It was just a dream for fuck’s sake.
It was amusing as well.
I murdered a family of three that were out camping. I hacked them up and hid them in bags under the house (fucking stupid idea. Though under the house is fucking messy and dark as shit irl) Then watched the cops try to figure it out, because there were no footprints or anything leading away from the crime scene. Apparently I’d used the TARDIS to get the bodies home. Why the fuck didn’t I just go throw them into space?
But yeah, the cops eventually find the bags under the house and I do a Will Graham i-didn’t-do-it-someone-set-me-up breakdown, except it’s fake of course. They buy it, and the cop is like ‘oh shit what do i do this person is fucking mental’
Then the dream kind of resets and I’ve murdered someone else and start framing my uncle for it, setting things up carefully and basically doing a Hannibal without the eating bit (I think).
Then I woke up and just thought ‘wow what the fuck’
I guess people at work had been talking about all sorts of murder and I had been watching Hannibal less than three hours before going to sleep.