BAU

First dream is only in bits and pieces. 

Mushing, dirt, some snow

Stop at rest point, cabin, other people there. Dogs clipped to chain link fence. Where did my dogs go?

Dogs loose, I see them running, dragging line, Nali in front of Kaytu  chasing another team

Catch them, tether them to fence.

Need to continue but no bike, I still have a chance

Randomly find a baby, say I need to leave, I'll put her in the bathtub, everyone appalled but I say how I have to keep going.

End.

I may be binge watching Criminal Minds.

Skip ahead, based on my real neighborhood.

Serial killer, already shot and killed 2 women in the neighborhood.

I'm walking at night to get the mail, a man is also who I know, late 40s, silvering hair, average build, and he says I should be walking alo- we see a man standing in the grass next to the street, staring at a house. He looks at us. White. Very short, militant dark hair. Black jacket. Pulls out a gun.

We run up a driveway and the man shoves me back along the side of the house just as a silenced bullet whizzes by. Door on the side of the house. It's open, we enter. Side door into living room. Family is in the kitchen. We don't want to scare them so we sneak. We silently cross the room and see a bedroom. We enter, close and lock the door. Push button lock. Room is a girl's room, lots of toys, dolls, playsets and dull pink castles.  There is another door in the room that we open. The basement. Go in. Lock the door. Move down the stairs. "Where do we hide?" man asks. "We don't we have to get back outside." I know the killer will come into the house, so we have to trick him, we have to get out. Walk out basement. We have to get out now. Now now now. We open the door and I notice a phone next to it. Stuck to the wall, corded phone. Old spiraled cords. I grab it and dial 911. Just as I do the killer comes around the corner with his gun pointed at us. "Your call is being recorded, how ca-" "I found the serial killer!" I screech, trying to remember the street name, my panicked  mind unable to know what street I live on. "I'm sorry, did you say someone is a killer?" "He's in Eastlake, on, uh," I can barely breathe, hyperventilating, where is the guy I was with, I think he ran off, the killer is aiming at me, oh my god I'm about to die. I scream and drop as he fires another silenced bullet. The phone falls I don't know if he hit me. I look up and he's walking toward me, gun still aimed at me. I hear the 911 operator. "Ma'am? MA'AM?!" I get up to run, to go around the corner of the house into the backyard (no fences diving front from back), and after a few steps I trip. I can't look back to see where he is, no time, must move. As I push myself up I feel a hand on my shoulder turning me. I gasp. As I'm spun, a gun is held against me, cold metal felt immediately through my clothing. The other women were shot this way. Held close. Gun against the right side of their abdomen, straight out the back through their kidney. He smiles, and as licks his lips as he opens his mouth to say something I heard a sound like a broomstick snapping in half. The killer chokes, blood dribbling from his mouth as he crumples away from me. I put my hands on my stomach where the gun had been and move slowly backward. The gun. Someone is running up from the side. "Ma'am.. ma'am..." I'm ignoring him. The killer groans and stirs and I leap forward and snatch the gun from the ground. A hand grabs my wrists, arms wrapping around and lifting me up, turning me away from the killer. "It's ok it's ok, you're safe, you're ok, you're safe." I black out.

I wake, sitting on the ground a few feet behind the killer. He's alive. They didn't kill him. His hands are cuffed behind his back. Spencer Reid is to my left, standing, with gun in hand and wearing a bullet proof vest. JJ and Emily to my right. FBI. BAU. Morgan is standing against a black SUV, on the phone. There is another girl, dressed seemingly in goth lolita clothes, sitting a ways to my left. What.. I'm wearing a lolita outfit as well. Where are my clothes? The killer turns his head to look at me. He makes eye contact. My heart pounds, my body tenses. He looks toward Emily and JJ. No, just JJ. He lifts his chin and raises his eyebrows, as if to say "her" and then faces forward again.  I reach over and gently tug Dr. Reid's pants. I point at the killer, then turn and point at JJ, looking back at Reid and mouthing "JJ. HE [points] is going to her kill JJ[ points]." Reid moves back and to the car and begins drawing, or writing, I'm not sure.

Flash forward. I'm sitting with the goth lolita girl, face to face with her slightly to my left. Morgan is sitting with us, slightly to my right. "Tell me what you girls were doing out." I say I was getting the mail. The goth lolita girl was in her house, the one we'd seen the killer staring into, she saw him and had opened the door. He pulled out his gun to shoot her but just as he did he'd heard myself and the other man (where was he?) and turned his attention to us instead. "And why are you in costume?" "I always dress like this." He turns to me, "These are her clothes, I don't know what happened to mine." "She half smiles at him and tilts her head at him. "See?"

House Cult

Night of May 7th, 2014

My hands are tied at the wrist and I'm squatting next to a wall. I'm in a house. The rope is around a vertical pole, floor to ceiling, my arms are around the pole and my wrists close to it. When I stand my chest is at the floor level, my little area is indented into the floor. It has a few stairs that go up as well as stairs that go down into darkness. Old wooden stairs. I'm not sure why they took me. This group. Maybe 6 or 7 of them? Some kind of cult. All young, mid 20s. I don't know what they plan to do with me.

It's been days. I am as non-threatening and likable as possible, hoping it will keep me alive and untouched. They've threatened me plenty. Showed me a body bag that they said was for me. Threatened torture first. I don't know why me, what they want, what they do, all I know if they have me and may torture and kill me. I must have been good at making them like me. This evening one of the guys unties the rope, allowing me to rest more comfortably on the scratchy blanket. I lay for a moment, watching the dust float in the sun beams above me. I'm suddenly aware that I still have my cell phone. With the floor indented down they wouldn't be able to see me use it but I need to make sure nobody can sneak up, and I also couldn't be talking about needing help. They'd hear. But 911, police respond even if nobody talks. They can find me! I stand up and say something to the guy who untied me. He is sitting on a couch, facing away from me watching tv. He stands and walks over to me. He squats and we talk. Words unknown. His face charming, deep brown eyes glaring brightly and intensely. He is a big guy, tall and strong like the rest. Short dark hair. He stand and turns away and goes into the kitchen on my left. I get my phone out and I keep talking to him as I dial. Our words are harmless. Will anyone come if they think it was an accidental dial? My time must be running out. I glance down at my phone and the call has ended.

I ask him if I can go to the bathroom. He looks me up and down. I know I'm filthy having been living on this old dusty wood... no, he's thinking of trusting me to go by myself. "Go ahead."

I step up the stairs and in front of the stairs is the bathroom. It's attached to a bedroom, the door between is open and the bedroom door is shut. Just as I reach the bathroom he says, "Wait." He instructs me to take me pants off. Right there. I do. He smirks and turns away, back to the tv. I step into the bathroom and close the door behind me. I can't lock it, he'd hear. But nobody can see me now. I see the window in the bedroom. It's large. And closed. I think to call 911 again, but my phone was in my pants. I look for pants among the clothes scattered across the room. Boy clothes. I see a pair that looks like it will fit and I grab it then go quickly back to the bathroom and pee. As I pee I put the pants on, they'll fit well enough. I flush and run for the window, opening it as the water swirls down loudly. They'll know in an instant I'm gone when I don't come back out of the bathroom. I go out the window and start running, glancing over my shoulder to see when they start after me. The sun is below the horizon and it's quickly getting darker. I don't know this neighborhood. They're coming! I can't stop at a stranger's house and knock on the door, it would take too long and I'd be taken again by the time the door was opened.

I run and run down the sidewalk and I see a lady with her dog- a former client, I trained her dog. She is about to get in her car which is parked on the street. "Hey!" I holler out. "Oh hi!" she says. I'm frantic. "I need help, please, we need to call 911." An SUV comes sliding around the corner. "DRIVE!!" I scream at her as we both get in her car. We take off. "Do you have a phone?" She hands me her phone. I dial 911 and tell them we're being chased, I'd been kidnapped and escaped, I tell her what cross streets we're at and at then the phone dies. And so does the car. We look at each other, horrified. They must have something that knocks out electronics, some kind of EMP. The SUV is stopped behind us. I have tears in my eyes and say we have to get out and try to keep running. I point to a spot that they couldn't drive through, between two houses. We get out at the same time as the people in the SUV. Six of them, four men and two women, all pointing guns at us. We duck behind her car, leaving the small dog inside, and I hear gunfire. One of them screams and falls to the ground.

I hadn't noticed police come up behind us. There are two cars and truck.  They are using their doors as shields while they shoot. Her car is in between. We stay crouched  in front, hands covering our ears as the sun comes up. From behind us, from the path I'd wanted to run down, I hear more gunshots. A different sounding gun. Large. Powerful. Our unprotected side. The officers all go down. Two of the group remains at the SUV and the single man walks forward from our side, carrying his gun by the butt with the barrel point up. He is tall and thin, wearing a ratty t-shirt and ripped jeans. Sandy blond hair hanging into his eyes. He flicks the cigarette from his mouth as he tilts his head and says, "Well little lady, this wa-" and his eyes widen. He falls to the ground and a syringe sticks out of his back. An unknown man wearing sunglasses walks out from among the police vehicles and shoots the two remaining group members. I'm in shock. I can't say anything as he approaches. He holsters his gun.

The guy who had the rifle was laying face down. He suddenly pushes himself up and spurts white foam from his mouth. His arms and legs, his whole body is twitching. He's right in front of me. I'm too horrified to move, and still in shock, sitting with my back to the car. He reaches his hand out and shoves me to the ground. The man with the sunglasses gasps. "Don't let him-!" too late. The guy grabs me by the throat and kisses me. Foam bubbling into my mouth. He collapses and dies. I spin around and squat and keep my mouth open, head down facing the ground, palms pressed firmly into the pavement. There is nothing I can do. The poison is in me. I gag and choke and spit and drool. My body wretches. My intestines writhe and brown, bloody, liquid drops drip from the pants. I didn't even know until the lady pointed it out. She is crying hysterically. I feel horrible for dragging her into this. The man with the sunglasses has come up and his hand is on my back. "You'll live, you'll live, you'll be ok, it'll stop, I promise, you didn't get enough to kill you, you'll live, you'll be ok..."