You ever have one of those dreams where you whacked someone, because they so obviously deserved it, it was a kindness to humankind to do it, then, as the dream plays out, it seems you were a little less than, ah, justified, in doing it? At the beginning of the dream he is a thug, a criminal, intent upon violent assault. But as the dream progresses, it seems he was merely a misbegotten homeless person who was bringing your little lost child home until you caved his skull in with a vicious shovel blow. Then shot him in the chest six times to make sure he didn't get back up.
And the DA and the detectives are pricks, and they're hot on your trail, even as you cash out what little money you have, and keep misspelling unextradictable nations in Google as you attempt to go on the lam?
And the blood. It's everywhere. The more you wash your hands the worse it gets.
You never have that dream? No shit? Man, I've had that one every other night for six years.