{"id":142,"date":"2007-08-13T10:01:48","date_gmt":"2007-08-13T09:01:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.no-ip.com\/wordpress\/?p=142"},"modified":"2007-08-13T10:01:48","modified_gmt":"2007-08-13T09:01:48","slug":"the-body-i-had-to-bury","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/bad-dreams\/the-body-i-had-to-bury\/","title":{"rendered":"The body I had to bury"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A gloomy and tense atmosphere. I can see into a mausoleum or a mortuary. There is a body in an open coffin that I have to go and take out and bury in a grave. I never quite see the body but I know it is dark bluey-greyish and is possibly me. Martin agrees to help me but I can&#8217;t find him. I tentatively ask Steve and he is uncertain. He says he has only done this kind of thing once before and it went a bit wrong. He says something about having a face covered in dark dirt. I realise he thinks that I want help to embalm the body.<\/p>\n<p>Later, or in another dream, I am waiting around in some public area, the foyer of a shopping complex or offices of places that I have worked. It is very late at night or rather early in the morning and I am with my boys and I am chatting to a man who I can see is covered in white luminous paint from a show he did earlier in the night. The whole place is seedy and the shops are selling pornographic videos. I am waiting to leave and I think I know I have to deal with the coffin in the morning. (In reality I had to return a hired van that I had damaged the next day.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A gloomy and tense atmosphere. I can see into a mausoleum or a mortuary. There is a body in an open coffin that I have to go and take out and bury in a grave. I never quite see the body but I know it is dark bluey-greyish and is possibly me. Martin agrees to&hellip;<a href=\"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/bad-dreams\/the-body-i-had-to-bury\/\" class=\"button\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">The body I had to bury<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-142","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-bad-dreams"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=142"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=142"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=142"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/obliquepanic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=142"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}