So I'm somewhere near my parents house in America, only the area is a cross between an Asian slum and an American suburb. Right out in front of our house is a giant dumpy apartment building that appears slipshod thrown together, and stairs with nearly the steepness of a long ladder spider their way to the top, an uncanny distance from the ground. My ex-girlfriend has recently taken up residence here, a common living style - in the dream - for Taiwanese people. She lives on the top floor, the rooftop (which happens to coincide with reality as she lives on a rooftop in Taipei). People come over to visit me, friends with children that wish to play, and one of them sees the long staircase as a fun adventure. The child of my friend is about the height of my ex, though probably only 8 years of age. He sees her climbing up to the top and races after her, of which she is quickly aware and somewhat frightened. At the top their is a struggle between them, him playfully wrestling, her appearing to take this assault seriously, and in a moment of aggression she shoves him hard and he falls off the edge. He drops many stories down into a large glass jar full of water at the bottom and it smashes into pieces and severs his head from his body. His body is also sliced into parts, dead on impact. She is shocked but goes into her apartment as if nothing happened while we stare in awe at the gruesome sight. The following days are filled with talk of prosecution and arrest, and I take it as my personal responsibility to explain to my ex that with the death of this child will come a reckoning, and many will say she is guilty. She of course refuses to admit guilt, and while the incident seemed like an accident, there is no escaping the fact that this child died horribly on the street in front of my house.
I suppose if I am to analyze the dream, the coldness of her reaction is much like it was when she broke up with me. No explanation, no admission that her behavior was awful, and me trying in vain to realize what was really in her heart. The fact that she felt unhappiness over having to deal with this issue - in the dream - could also mirror the feeling she must have had during our breakup. But what I felt from her was a coldness, a callousness that could not be penetrated. She would not bend or show sympathy. She would not soften her heart.
This was a particularly weird dream, and I have had many of late, all seeming to be on the violent side. And no, I have not been watching horror movies, but last week I dreamed a serial killer abducted my entire family and was killing us off one by one until I somehow threw him on the ground and smashed his head with a block of concrete. At least we won in the end...
