I dream...

Last night I dreamed...

I was called onto the case of an historically famous unsolved mystery... I was working closely with this woman who seemed to be the Chief on the case. It was very much like a movie...low lighting, deep red velvety walls, dark woods, shades of heavy green and amber. Really quite fantastic color scheme...

Chief and I retraced all the steps of the murder. As dreams are, this was all sort of a blur so imagine a montage of me at the scene of the crime, at the murdered's home, speaking to her friends, sitting in some office in the late hours, midnight darkness except for a lone desk lamp...

Then I'm riding in the car with Chief and all the pieces come together in my brain and I look over at her (she's on the seat next to me) and I realize, it was her.

She's the murderer!

In that second she knows that I know and suddenly she's lunging towards me. She's attacking me. This is shocking to me. We're on the ground outside of the now stationary car. It's all chest and bones and shoving and pulling... She's reaching for her gun because she intends to shoot me. In my mind, I am blowing up, this woman plans to kill me? Then I'm reaching for the gun and somehow I get ahold of it...and for a split second I wonder if I'm going to shoot this woman. Am I actually going to pull the trigger? I do. There's blood. She doesn't die, but the gunshot somehow sedates her, which surprises me because I expect her to keep fighting, to run or struggle. But it's over and the truth makes her whole body sag, heavy and bleeding.

And I wake up.

This is the sort of dream that takes harbor inside me for the day. The emotions are so potent that they exhaust me. I told my sister about it and I almost started crying... how strange it all was.

When I looked up the images in the dream dictionary, it told me that it was a cry for help.

Woah.