Drips of Reconnection

Date: 1/6/2020

Woke up thinking of the blood-dripping tip of a serial murderer's inventive apparatus to kill his victims, a lawyer arguing its status as scholarly bogus. Those drips were continuining in the background, Bojack & Diane were reconnecting and kissing. Before this pre-awake slighly eerie state, I vaguely remember part of my dream being asking for directions through a new underground bus system, then running across the st, after another person, toward an elevator and maybe a cut-off head inside? The thoughts about the inventive serial murderer then swooped in, so the dream was hazy and transitional. Oh yes, and another part was me hiding as clandestinely as possible in an intricate, spooky restroom with two separate isles leading to highly private stalls. After swooping around someone in the shadows of one of the isles to a stall (the left-side one?), I think that person was murdered and I thought of ways to hide. I was also predicting my death mentally and saw it before it actually happened (I think a wooden stool was hit over my head above the stall I was trying to couch myself to the corner of to be unseen.