Last Night's Dream

A murder mystery.
A middle aged women is at a bookstore, checking out. I'm in line with her. The cashier is a man who looks to be 25, with medium length black hair and a blank white tshirt. I listen in. They say something about religion. "I'm atheist" the woman says. I'm slightly surprised, she looks like she wouldn't be. The man is not. He slowly puts her books in a bag and stares coldly.
He follows her, and I follow them. I hear her yelling at him, and she punches him. He takes a small ax, and stabs her middle. She screams.
I am the only witness.
I tell authorities immediately, but the man cannot be found. "black hair.. a white tshirt..!' I exclaim. Different people are brought to me, but it's not him.
In another room, a young woman about 20 is being talked to. She is known to have strange visions and out of body experiences. She says she felt an evil within her. You see her spirit come right out of her, and it streams forwards and through the doors, forming the man in white, and the murder is shown again. It was her.

In a movie theatre. I look around.. A scary movie is showing, and I see a TV and a comfy looking couch. I figure it's for the parents with crying children to watch. I look at the screen. I see Abraham Lincoln and Washington in portrait form, animated.

A man is climbing the rickety metal stairs up to his apartment. It's downtown, and the stairway is going up a brick building. He's telling his story. He says he climbed up near the top, and then looked down. This was where his best friend killed himself. He looked down at the rubble at the bottom, a large garbage bin filled with boxes and junk. He sighs. Something catches his eye in the bin. On the very top is a piece of cardboard, large, consider how high up he is. On it is something written. He recognizes his best friends handwriting, and gasps. An apartment number.
He goes there, and is reunited with his friend who he thought died three years ago.

She hangs from the chandelier. The room is small, and the large chandelier hangs from ceiling to where the ground would be. But, there is no ground. The chandelier has both its jewels and delicate chains that spiral its form. The ground of the room is just open, and the chandelier hangs down to the next room. The chandelier is as large a seven people at least. It's brightly lit and glitters gold and diamond. Her long black hair hangs down, and her face is sullen. some of her hair is short, like it had been ripped, some is long. It reaches as long as her. She wears a deep crimson dress and her skin is pale, and she is entangled in the chandelier horizontally, but her head and hair hands down. One arm is free, the other is tangled.

I take my sword. In a crimson carpeted room, very fancy and victorian, I battle a man. He's quick. I takes steps back, parry and lunge. Blood comes from my wrist, a slow dodge. I doubt I can beat him, so I face my back towards an open door, where the room of the chandelier is. I back up as I dodge and attack. I turn around and jump towards the chandelier. My lady reaches out, and I take her arm and the chandelier swings with my weight and I hold tightly to her.

I stand in a room of an apartment, looking out the window. 'I always feel strangely afraid here' I look out the window. In my mind I can see myself laying there, beneath the gutter-pipe on the ground, dead. My eyes stare upwards toward the room. I cover my eyes.