2004
12.15

The stuff nightmares are made of.

I woke up this morning remembering “Ned Coral’s House”…then I searched it online…started to remember certain parts of the dream…it wasn’t “Ned Coral’s House” it was “Dean Coril’s House”.

When I was growing up My mother would remind Me of Dean Coril as a reason for why I shouldn’t go out, why I shouldn’t trust anyone…he was a real boogie man. Infact he worked for Houston Lighting and Power with My Uncle Jim.

I know it was him in the dream because it was a house in the Houston Hieghts with a graveyard in the back…and a little girl’s ghost in My dream…and in the dream Lara Paine had just got the house in front.
Some how my mind must have inverted the “Dean” dropped the “a” and came up with “Ned”.

In the real history of Houston, Dean Coril was a serial killer who killed 26 known victims.
He was found dead in his own home in Houston on August 7, 1973…he had been murdered by his accomplice in his murders. Teens and young adults all over Houston were thought to be runaways but infact were his victims. He and his accomplice would throw wild parties, at which they would select a victim drug, rape and kill them…till the night when Dean decided to try to kill his accomplice and victimize him in the same manner.
After his co-hort killed him he called the police to make a confession.

He seems to have been the topic of many conversations I had with My family when I was growing up. I remember My uncle saying that he and his co workers always thought Dean was a little strange and wondered what the the hooks were for in the back of his van.

If memory serves…the huge glass house that was torn down near the old Casa Mara Girl Scout sailing camp had some connection to him or some other serial killer.

I really have to thank My mother for such grim knowledge of man kind as a child. I even remember eating at La Jaliscience when I was only 8 or so, and having her tell Me that a class mate of mine’s aunt was murdered and hacked into pieces by her boyfriend in the apartment across the street…no wonder I always had nightmares…thanks mom!

I just have to wonder why he is popping up in My dreams lately.