Amurehna

A fragment about the walls in the house being on fire, you could only see it from certain angles. Like a lick of flame on a burnt out log.

In the dream I worked in an office building, I saw people from my WL work there like Jessi, except her hair was brown instead of blond. It wasn't just an office, it was also the police department. The police and the newspaper were one entity, with different branches. I was a reporter, of sorts. The police are having a meeting in the middle of the room, huddled between two parallel rows of desks that run the length of the building. One wall consists of floor to ceiling windows. I hear them say that they are still looking for any leads on the murder. I know I need to tell them what I saw, but I keep this secret to myself, for now I am afraid. I not only witnessed the murder, but the murderer spotted me afterward. I recall crouching behind a beam on an abandoned arched bridge, and how he paused, standing up straight and meeting my eyes.

The meeting breaks up, and when the flow of people clears, I see a man sitting among the other reporters across from me. He is wearing a denim shirt, his head his shaved. He turns and his eyes, which are sharp and ice blue, find mine. I freeze. It's the murderer. He's infiltrated the police department as a reporter. He gives me a slow, crooked smile. I avert my gaze but I can still see him in my peripheral vision, and it is then that I notice that his eyes are shaped like Liam's and I can even see a short fall of amber hair. When I see him again straight on his appearance has changed, making me wonder if I really did see the killer here in the office. Now the shape of his face is different, and his eyes are brown. His head is still shaved, and he wears the same clothing, but he doesn't seem the same.

He approaches me and we sit down across from each other in a black bench restaurant booth with a black table. Jessi sits beside me. The man digs into his food ravenously, though his appearance is now unsettling. He looks almost like a drawing, for he has none of his back teeth and when he dips his head to take a bite and his eyes roll up to look at me, they are dark red-brown. I shiver. Everyone thinks he's hitting on me, and no one thinks he's a serial killer. He's being perfectly polite, though I can't figure out why, and when he gets up to leave...Jessi whispers, "He really seems to like you."
"I don't know. He makes me nervous."
She laughs a little, knowingly.
"Not the good kind of nervous. BAD nervous." You know, like he's going to murder me in my sleep. There is a distinct and disturbing duality in how I view the man. Because I know that the killer had ice blue eyes and a differently shaped face, part of me is attracted to this man who is obviously trying to flatter me. Then there is the part that insists he's dangerous, that he's playing a part and when the facade falls away we'll all be sorry that we were taken in by the mask.
I find myself walking down a wide set of stairs, Jessi is to my left, and the man is to my right. They are one step behind me. Jessi reaches over to massage my left shoulder, telling me I look tense. The man echoes her action and in it I see something of Liam, my view is from a backward angle, so I see his hand on my shoulder, it is large and fair-skinned. He presses his thumb into my shoulderblade and relieves an amazing amount of tension from my muscles.
Then he is no longer an echo of Liam, but the dangerous man who might be a killer. He has surreptitiously touched me, delicately, almost like he knows he shouldn't but can't help himself. I know he shouldn't either, so I send him a sidelong look and he withdraws his hand.

Aaaand that's all. I don't feel like proofreading this. Sorry for any mistakes.