Had a dream I killed an old man and worked that someone would find out. I kept going back to his body and hiding it in sleeping bags or digging deeper holes, cutting up and disintegrating the body. The body was at the forefront of my mind during every interaction I had. I knew the only things I could do to get the stress off of my mind were to kms or confess, I did neither and woke up afraid.
It all looked like a scene from mirrormask.