How do I cover up a murder?

Ahh, If you noticed, you’ve answered your own question. One only needs to think of the clichés ‘skeletons in the closet’ when referring to family, or the corporate ‘buried bodies.’ The intimate relationship that you had with your mother conflicted with your electra-struggles, leading to the fear, which you’ve already verbalized, that she would betray your confidences in her.

Now that you’ve grown up, your mother has been replaced by your boyfriend whom you’ve now allowed in your most intimate places. Again, you show a fear of the betrayal of confidence.

And the unconscious shows its remarkable survival instinct as one can never have too many ways of disposing a corpse.

I thought that dream was a little transparent. In the latest version of the dream I am trying to hide a person that my brother has killed, does this mean the mantle of secret-keeper has been passed down to me? In real life I get sick and tired of fixing things for my brother, does this relate to the dream at all?

You've not necessarily become the secret-keeper, but rather you’ve taken your mother’s care-giver place from your previous dream. The dream is the same metaphor, but the meaning is different.

Update on dream: Had it again this time I had killed my nephew who is 2, and some guy from the UN, my mother knew about it and I begged her not to tell anyone....so what does she do (and this is exactly what she would do too!) she rings the UN to see if anyone is missing. Anyway the people had been dead for quite a while in the dream, and I must have managed to get rid of the bodies as all that remained were the heads, I was pulling the teeth out of the skull, oddly the body of the UN guy was actually my boyfriend (he had a filling in the same place), however bf was actually digging a nice big hole to get rid of the heads. In the dream I am quite desperate to avoid discovery. How can I stop having the dream? It is quite disturbing, although not as bad as the first few times I had it.
Do I need to work out what I am trying to hide?

If you know some good ways of disposing of bodies that would be greatly appreciated also.

a vat of acid would do it.

I think the dream means you're gay.

Hmm, inserting your nephew into the dream could be significant. If you’ve recently spent time with him, it may just be that he was on your mind and, while disturbing, is not necessarily significant. However, if you haven’t spent time with him recently or in some other way put him into your mind (such as speaking with one of his parents about him), it may signify self-doubts in your ability as a caregiver.

As it is only the heads of the bodies with which you are concerned, and as you recognise that they had been dead for some time, I believe that the ‘secrets’ as it were, might be an old or ongoing worry, or something that had been on your mind in the recent past, but not necessarily a day-to-day worry. By pulling the teeth, you are actively trying to de-identify that which you are trying to bury— or something that you are consciously trying to convince yourself is not true, despite your unconscious trying to convince you otherwise.

As your boyfriend is both an object (in the part of the UN person) and an active subject in the dream, that which you are trying to hide is something that concerns him as well.

JS has a good suggestion; however, one must be sure of the deceased status of the body, as one that is merely mostly dead could involuntarily thrash about a bit while being dunked. The resulting sluice is also not good for your plumbing.

Another good method is to ‘wick’ the body— use clothing as a candlewick. As the clothing burns, the fat in the body melts and wicks into the clothing, self-cremating the body. The resulting ashes, when mixed with water, will clean your house plumbing as well, when you flush the remains.

For Lola Faleta’s suggestion, I think it’s quite the opposite.

A thousand thanks on the body disposal advice, I do have a few concers...I'm not really sure where to get a vat of acid, and I fear my neighbours may complain about the stench of burning human flesh. However, not being a quitter, I shall endeavour to employ the 'wick' method should the need arise, it's so much more poetic.

One more question (you have been SO helpful).....how do I stop the dream?

To stop the dream, you must soothe your unconscious. It is asking for something rather strongly— something that is probably instinctual in nature (what that fraud Jung tried to misappropriate into his ‘collective unconscious’).

Fortunately, wicking body fat in a self-cremation does not result in the familiar stench of burning flesh. The odour is sweet and often described as ‘pleasant.’

When I was a boy, i was in the back seat of my dads car. We were heading out to lunch and downtown in our little city.
A man shirtless and obviously dazed was staring at himself in the reflection of a store window.
he Turned around and approached the middle of the road.
Cars were beeping and swearing as the man just contiinued walking. He then stopped right at the middle and stood there.
The light turned red ahead and my dads car slowed down.
We stopped right beside him. My eyes connected with his dark black eyes as he whispered something under the loud surrounding street.
When he whispered the sentence I whispered it back to him in a question.
He sadly nodded yes.
He then stepped backward as a car slammed its brakes and hit him.
He crashed into another car and rolled down.
There was a girl driving the car that hit him. She stayed silent;frozen in terror.
She slowly turned to my direction and we connected eyes.
Then I whispered what he said to me.
"The world is gone."
The lady just stared back in utter fear and screamed.

I've had my fair share of problems with shirtless people too. Although my feeling is that the most troublesome are not those who have managed to remove the shirt completely but the ones who could never quite finish the job. You know the type.....they strut around with their shirt unbuttoned and expose their bony, pale chests with great pride. A few straggly hairs that they have nurtured and caressed like a treasured rose garden may also be on display. Their tiny little heads moving back and foward like a chicken pecking for their dinner as they walk proudly through the mall. They seem to have rapid mood swings, smiling broadly one moment, laughing raucously, and then unexpectedly, arms flailing they are ready to attack anyone who dares to make eye contact with such a superior creature.
This remarkable breed of creature is not to be confused with the shoeless. An entirely different creature altogether.