Should I tell Them?

Date: 1/1/2026

This one was quite intense and quite vivid... There was a part where there was an old house and it was, of course, a beautiful old Nova Scotia house with colourful paint and old wood. The architecture was unique and a cool family lived there. They were chatting about how they fixed their heating or insulation so they were able to heat their home better and for cheaper. Another family chimed in and I could see on a map that they lived in a similar house about 4 streets over. I could zoom in and out of the map and into both of their houses. I could see at this next couples house, how they did their furniture and I imagined how I would change it. Both houses were quirky and colourful and I liked their design but the second family realized they couldn't afford the fix that the first couple was suggesting. They were hoping for an easier solution... As I'm looking at the second house I see that this is the house that I buried someone in the backyard. I flashed to the event. I had hit someone extremely hard in the head with an electric kettle and then had to cover it all up. I burried them in the hard and continued to live in the house. At one point I'm in the house and I'm talking with Luc and there is a big haunting in the house. Like the lights flicker and shake and there's an ominous energy that sweeps through the space. It's very brief but I decide that I must confess. There's an impression that two people know about this murder and coverup but they think I should stay quiet. I think about the possible number of years I would get if I had been open about it from the beginning vs burying him and then confessing weeks later...I knew that I couldnt keep it to myself much longer though. There were two other scenes kind of interwoven with these thoughts and scenes. One was that my friends were in a group and were laughing about this game they were playing which was like "would you have been a good peasant?". They looked at your teeth and asked about abilities. It was very jokey but they thought I would do pretty good. Yeah she can bake bread and turn butter! They wrote something on my hand. The next scene I'm back at the house and me and my friend Kelly are in a big argument. She is desperate for me to care about her and I feel exasperated by her need from me. This is kind of true in real life...I'm drifting away from her. In the dream I am forced to confess why I am not interested in continuing the friendship, about her inability to hear me and her selfishness. She mourns loudly and in an annoying way. She's like writhing on the ground and whining and making mean comments. I'm like "oh brother". All the while I'm mostly thinking about the dead guy buried in the yard!! At one point my mom comes in and she's very happy. I get the impression that if I confess to her about the murder, I will feel relieved enough not to go to the authorities. She comes in happy and cheery and shows us a plate she got. She was out with her friends at a bar or something. It important to note that this wasn't a nightmare and I felt almost zero anxiety while dreaming this. The end!