I envisioned a four-wheel drive car, brown and white. A couple had just gotten into the car, which was parked near the beach, as were many other cars.
They pulled both fronts seats down and started to bond with each other. The car began to move and onlookers could see the car moving. I wanted to warn them to stop because I knew of the killer that was lurking these streets.
Then, after a while had gone past, it was too late for anything. The middle-aged man came along, opened one of the doors, and beheaded both of these two people. I don't know what he did with the bodies. It seemed like this person knew what he was doing, seems like he'd been running his own show in the area for a while and nobody was after him.
After this killing he went to a service station where he grabbed a man from behind and chopped off his head. The man’s girlfriend just stood there, in front of them, shocked!
I was getting flashbacks of these people he was killing. I saw these heads and carcasses. This man, with this evil grin, was walking along with this large plastic bag of heads.
Next I remember entering a house where this mother and her son lived. I remember comforting the little boy, who was about 5 or 6 years old. He was a gorgeous baby, who, as time went on, I seemed to treat as my own.
The other lady in the house seemed to disappear out of the picture for a while although she still there somehow.
I spoke to the little boy like he was my own, and we just mucked around a while, I making jokes, tickling him and asking him if he wanted to go to sleep. I then remember getting these blankets, and putting them under the ones he already had.
The other lady came back into the picture again as I played with the lock on the front door. I closed it, and then when I pulled the door, the door opened.
This wasn't a safe place. The killer could approach whenever he wanted and come and get us. I was freaking out, and wondered whether it was possible to change the locks on the door, but it was too late, and we lived in an apartment block building.
The side we were on looked grotty and old, the other side, where I thought I'd spotted my dancing teacher, looked fairly new.
When I called out the name of my teacher, "Desh", this large black woman with black hair opened a door which led into our apartment somehow, and said "He's not home...", which was really weird. The fact that he was there, in the same hallway was strange.
Note:
In the first part of the dream, I don't recall being physically 'near' the events.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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