Ummmm...

Woke up with a realization, a carry forward from the dream I saw last night— Destroy evidence of your crime as soon as possible.

I had dreamt that I had killed a kid, son of a couple I am friendly with, and the whole dream I try to appear friendly with the couple and spend my entire energy concealing the fact that I am the one who murdered their child. I almost got caught because I hadn't burnt a particular sticker, which, it escapes me how, could have given the incriminating evidence. Now don't psychoanalyse this...

I told this to Deblina, who sits next to me in my office. She smiled and nastily hinted at abominable proclivities in me. What would this new complexthingy be? Pedokillia?