Date: 12/28/2018
By Cenedra
Out in public sitting by a wall on the street with two friends. The one was a female and this man was trying to get her. He was inside the wall walking through some kind of maze working his way to try to find her. We told her to go the other way and go around. Then we were all inside this building with all these people where we knew she had went to. We thought she got away safely, but we couldn’t find her and realized that he had killed her. Then I was making plans with someone else and my mom was there. I was going back to his house. Before that I was trying to get away and I had backed the car up very closely to the garage so you couldn’t see the license plate. It reminded me of my brown home on Otto street. We were walking up this path and cars were coming toward us but we were safe. I was on my way to him and they were going to bust him. Other people in her department were busy so my mom was the one who is going to make the bust. We were outside the house and then we were inside the house downstairs. Things needed to be packed and my mom was helping me, but he was upstairs sleeping. I was so nervous that he was going to wake up. She said when she was there last time with them, which I feel like with the police, they were talking at full volume and he never woke up. She asked what needed to be packed and I said they were still a few things that need to be wrapped and they were dirty. She sighed and then started working on it. Then it was time for me to go upstairs. It was like I had to get up there so things seem to normal so they could get him. I debated taking a knife with me. I was up there he was sleeping. I kept thinking about getting in the bed and finally did. Then I heard my mom come through in a loudspeaker. I texted her very quickly and told her not to talk anymore because I could hear her. I was getting more nervous. In my dream I was dreaming about her coming in to get him and it not going well. I started waking up in real life and it still felt like the dream was going on. I could feel how nervous I was. I felt a bit panicked. It took a minute to make the dream stop.