draggonlaady

Had a grindingly bad (as opposed to terrifying!) dream this morning. I parked my car about a block from an ATM or mail drop (can't remember which), and walked there and back. When I came back, my car was gone. Searched several streets to make sure I hadn't misremembered or been the victim of a silly prank by a friend. Then called 911 to report it stolen. Spent FOREVER dealing with the useless dispatcher who for some reason could access my checking account and tell me how much money I had in the bank, but wasn't even remotely interested in things like the color of the car or the license plate number. Had to hitch a ride home, because she wouldn't send an officer to the scene to talk to me or give me a ride. When I got home, I had to explain to my dad that I'd lost the car. For some reason, my parents and my brother & family, and Bruce and I, and another friend were all living in the same sort of rambling house, and I was sleeping on the floor in a small bedroom. I kept calling and talking to the useless woman from dispatch, who continued to frustrate me until my alarm clock woke me up.

Then I walked outside to start the van and warm it up, and it wasn't in the driveway. I had about a 3 minute 'what the fuck' until I figured out that I'd left the van at work because I drove the work truck home last night. I'm not all that quick in the morning, sometimes.

I was in my house, and these 2 women came over and asked if they could use my bathroom. I let them in, and they left shortly. But I caught them later, in one of the downstairs rooms, using the daylight window to spy on my neighbors. When I confronted them, they said they were planning to steal something from the neighbor. They offered me a cut if I let them continue using my basement to plan from. I told them to get out of my house, and followed them out. They went to their car, but then came back, the younger one brandishing a knife. I had on my leather work gloves so I could work on my fence, so I reached out and grabbed the knife. They tried to force their way back into the house, but I blocked the doorway. My friend Shelly came up behind them, and asked what was going on, I told her to call 911. She went around to the other door, and came back with the phone. The women got in their car and left, but I follwed them out to read the license plate (lennir 7100?). Told the cops the plate number, and hung up the phone.

The next day, I saw their car in front of the church. Called the police, then went into the church to see what was going on. The younger woman was in the nursery, arranging detonators. I didn't wait to see where the older woman was, I just started ushering the people in the lobby out the front door. By the time the police arrived, I had gotten about half of the people out of the church, and was going back to try and clear out the classrooms. As the police drove up, the back of the church exploded, and the rest caught fire, trapping the remaining people.

even though he's already seen it.

Dredged up from my subconscious, and slightly modified so it might make sense to less crazy people...

I found a body in a field, as dark fell. It was a child, flayed, and with both legs broken. I had heard of a killer in the area, and was out looking for him. I tracked him from the body to a field outside of town, and saw him with the horribly mangled body of a girl I knew. As I approached, he disappeared into the trees at the edge of the field.

I went back to town and talked to a friend, Cindy, who told me how to find the killer's wife and daughter. We went to their house, and played with his daughter, Marta, while we waited for him to come home. When he returned, we tried to arrest him, but he grabbed his daughter and bolted; his wife aiding him.

We were in a house, just the killer and myself. I don't know what happened to the wife, but I knew that Marta was dead. It was dim in the house, dust and cobwebs everywhere. He tackled me from an upper floor or balcony. I struggled, but he picked me up and carried me outside.

Outside, there was an open expanse of snow. He started to drag me across it, and I screamed. A man came out from a neighboring house, and struck the killer. He dropped me, and the two men fought briefly, but the neighbor soon disappeared. The killer turned back to attack me again, but a wolf ran out from the trees and up the hill towards us. It was very pale, almost the color of the snow.

We both stopped, and watched the wolf, and the killer spoke to me. "There's the real danger. The killer in the wilderness."
"Perhaps, but they don't kill their own pups."

We fought again, and I was scared and desperate now. He produced a can of WD-40 and tried to spray it in my eyes. My hair and shoulders were coated with WD-40, but he missed my face. I charged in at him, head-down, and knocked the spray tube aside, shoved him against the wall of the house. I took the can away from him, and sprayed it in his face, blinding him. He shoved forward off the wall again, trying to attack, and I saw his eyes clearly. They were brown, but almost transparent, with something cloudy white behind the irises instead of a clear black pupil. There was a slimy film over his eyes, from the WD-40, but he was still attacking.

and then it was 4am and i was awake and confused and scared. so as heibster pointed out, the killer's still loose in my head somewhere.