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?"
