maboroshi

This dream was not lucid.

I stood outside a two-story apartment complex at night. The aprtments were connected from the outside, not by an inside hallway.

I walked to a stairway up to the second floor. As I did, I thought about how lucky I had been to miss the rain. But, I thought, my mom would be going out in the rain tonight. So she would need an umbrella.

I ran on all fours along the balcony. It was now raining hard, maybe even thundering. I came to "my mom's apartment." The door was closed, but I kept rushing at it, unaware. I suddenly got a hold of myself and pulled back.

My mom stood to my right, outside the door. She may have had a bunch of stuff all around her, like a mattress, blankets, etc.

I now saw a weird picture book about a baby Disney character (Goofy, though I called him Pluto) in a diaper. "Pluto" had been trnasformed into a baby and was being taken care of by Goofy (who really was Goofy).

I stood out on a streetcorner in a clean, desolate area of town at night. I got a call on my phone, which was an old cell phone.

I avoided answering the call, because I was trying to avoid certain people. But I looked at the phone and saw the caller was "Bomb." I thought Bomb was my brother, so I thought I'd answer the phone. But I then thought that I could be mistaken. So I let the phone ring.

I then wondered if my brother had called to tell me something bad had happened to my mom.

As I crossed the intersection, a big SUV headed at me from my left. It made a huge u-turn in the intersection and then in an area that looked like a culdesac. It felt like the SUV was trying to hit me. But then it was gone.

I was walking along the sidewalk and came to a curtain made of white sheets. Some shortish man held the sheets up for me.

I walked through. It was daytime, a little grey, in an area like a river on the back end of a southwestern city. I stood by a truck with a cop.
The cop was taking care of some final details, probably with an investigation of the site. I got in the truck. I was now holding a bunch of papers and accordion files in my lap.

The cop got in the truck. We drove down the road. Another cop waved at us. The first cop stopped the truck.

The second cop (dressed a in red flannel jacket) started talking with the first cop about some investigation being done on a mass murderer woman, who had possibly killed all her family except her husband.

I now felt I was somehow related to this woman, and that she would be coming after me. I felt like a little kid.

We drove on a little further. It may have been night. We came up to an area littered with a bunch of household stuff, including a baby-sized mattress.

There was some relief for me in this scene. I may have felt like the woman had been caught, and that she wouldn't be trying to kill me after all.