Dream

The police showed up at my door.

Police: We are removing the dead body from your garage.
Me: How’d he die?
Police: Paper cut, lost his hand, bled to death.
Me: On what?
Police: Wall paper.
Me: I have been removing it from The Boy’s bedroom.
….
Mike Hi I’m home.
Me: Good – can you come in the garage and help me clean up the blood?

At no point did I wonder or worry who the dead body was.
And I woke up before seeing the blood.