Date: 1/5/2021
By NZdreams
There had been a series of murders in a meat processing plant in France. I had been with the murderer and managed to make my leave and go to the police. The door of the police station was locked and I went away but then came back and parked very close to the door and knocked on it until somebody answered. There about five police officers inside the station. I indicated that I wanted to talk to the plainclothes officer. I held up my hand with the fingers splayed to show and said “mort”. The police laughed thinking I was a crazy tourist with a far fetched story. I was about to start the long process of convincing them when I woke up…