Screaming or howling

09.02.2010Murder Mystery (DEILD) (This plot is pretty similar to "The Lovely Bones" which I finished reading about a week ago). This dream was really long, lasting from about 6:30am until noon, when I finally woke up. I do not remember every single scene as a result. I just recall there were many instances where the killer was just lurking around in scenes. There was this omniscient part of me that knew who the killed was, but I was also myself, first person; a character in my dream that had no idea who the killer was. The killer was an old guy who was generally kind of creey. A girl named <PERSON> had been killed. We did not know where her body was, or who her killer was, so as a community, we were trying to figure it out. I was on a train with my friend (just a city transit train, a light rail one). It was crowded and we were standing. The killer (who I "knew" and did not know it was him) put his hand on my friend's shoulder, and started creeping downwards towards her breast. She somehow did not notice, so I grabbed his hand and removed it from her and told him he was disgusting. We left the train. The whole community was outside, eating lunch at picnic tables. It felt like we were a apart of some 1970's reenactments. I sat down at a table with two adults who were eating with 4 kids. The two adults turned out to be actors who were identical to <PERSON> and <PERSON> I asked them a question and addressed them as "Fake <PERSON>" and "Fake L." It was after this scene that I woke up around 10am-ish. I was ready to wake up after the weekend of crappy dreaming so I tried to chain back in. It worked, but I was not immediately lucid. We had found <PERSON>'s body, in a lake. The water was freezing cold. She had been drowned, and she also had a stick impaled in her left shoulder (almost looked like a broom handled). I thought I felt a heart beat when I placed my hand on her chest, and she still felt warm for some reason. I screamed at someone to call 911, maybe she could still be saved. A DC with me kind of laughed and said I was wrong. The heart beat I felt was hers. <PERSON> is most definitely dead. I had an "Oh... Wow that was odd..." Moment and said that someone should still call 911, to retrieve her body. This next part is semi-lucid. It feels more like a daydream, and yet stronger than that. I knew it was a dream and could control the plot like a daydream. Yet it was still a dream, because it introduced something I did not control... it was weird. Anyways, read on. This time, I was L, first person. Our daughter was playing outside by herself. Because the murder was still out there, I felt one of us should be out there with her. I had a bad feeling about her being alone out there, so I asked <PERSON> to go out there. I had this daydream within my dream about <PERSON> going out there, encountering the guy with our daughter, and punching him out. I ran out to the backyard, and sure enough, <PERSON> did encounter the creepy old murder. However, he picked up our daughter and only told the guy off. I thought to myself, "Hmm, he was supposed to punch him." Things got shaky and went black, but I could still hear voices. <PERSON> was reading a letter from a girl named <PERSON>, asking us to make sure her our daughter was doing okay. I thought to myself, "Who in the heck is <PERSON>?" My dream supplied that <PERSON> was our daughter's older sister. I woke up and was still thinking that. <PERSON> was the daughter's older sister. Actually, <PERSON> is my friend <PERSON>'s older half-sister, so that was quite odd that she ended up being mentioned at the end of my dream...