Decapitated heads

Date: 11/9/2018

I dreamt we were filling the Blazer with gas. It was taking awhile. I walked inside for some snacks. When I exited, i encountered multiple decapitated heads. They were cleanly sliced, chunky, with beautiful faces of little girls. The emotions were not horrific. I was disturbed, angry, and heartbroken, but I wasn’t as affected as I would be in real life. We moved to a second location that I cannot recall. There were heads there too, so I called the police. I told him about the heads in my current location, completely forgetting that I also saw heads at the gas station. The man on the line sounded sorry to hear about the girls, but his voice was very neutral. After the call, I realized I left out the gas station. Should I call back? No. Surely someone else called. Then, we were packing our things. I remember — Packing dishes, wrapping them in dishcloths. Trying to sell clothes that I didn’t wear. Rinsing makeup samples - drawn in triangles, now puffy - off my pelvis. A general feeling of “one piece at a time and we’ll get this wrapped up.” Tiffany, the office I had spoken with, pulled up as I was spitting on the ground (I was cleaning something). I apologized for the act.