Last night, I dreamt that I was living out in the country and I worked for the county coroner’s office. Whenever someone died, I would drive out to wherever the body was and I would sometimes take pictures of the deceased and the the body would be put in the trunk of my car and I’d drive it to the hospital. It was a grisly job but I didn’t mind it because I never had to touch the bodies. Instead, the police would put the body in the trunk and the orderlies at the hospital would take it out. Everyone was very friendly whenever I drove up and they would all call me “Ms. Lisa,” which I appreciated.
Most of the bodies were people who had lived in trailer parks and died of drug overdoses. The first few times, I had a difficult time looking at the bodies and I would cry as I was driving them to the hospital because I was so upset that they had died. However, with each day on the job, I got more used to seeing the bodies and eventually, I stopped even thinking about them as being people.
Towards the end of the dream (and sorry, I only remember fragments), I drove out to a trailer sitting in the middle of the field where a woman had overdosed on heroin. I was standing outside the trailer while I was waiting for the cops to bring out the body. There was a detective standing beside me who asked me why all the deaths didn’t bother me anymore. I told him that I was used to it.
They brought out the body, which was a woman with long dark hair and skin that had turned gray after she died. She wearing a Mickey Mouse tank-top and her underwear and she still had a needle handing out of her arm. They put the body in my trunk and as they closed it, I suddenly gasped and said, “Oh my God, I know her!”
That’s when I woke up.
(I have no idea who the woman in the dream was.)