Mydera

I am playing baseball with a bunch of people I know and some I don't know. Among those I know is my boyfriend's older friend P, and a guy I work with E, along with friends from high school and college like EG. It's my turn to bat, and I walk over to the plate. Everyone starts joking around. E says he's gotta step back because I might hit him with the ball, and P says he's going to step closer to throw the ball so I can hit it easier. EG steps closer saying that if I do manage to hit the ball it's not going to go far. I joke back telling them I'm the best they'll ever see and there's no need to step back, I'll blast it too far for anyone to catch anyways. P surprised me by throwing the ball in mid joke, so of course I don't even swing at it and E isn't expecting it either so he doesn't catch it. The ball flies past E, bounces on the ground, and then rolls down a hill into some woods. we go to get the ball, and stop at the top of the hill. It's super steep, and at the bottom are three figures laying in the grass. We can't tell if they are mannequins or dead women and everyone gets quiet for a bit. Some girl who I don't know in real life gets brave and scampers down the hill to touch one of the thing's hands. she runs back up the hill and reports that it felt like some sort of gel so it must be a mannequin. Everyone else buys this, shrugs, and goes inside. I notice one of the women moan and move slightly and know they must be dead bodies, but one is still alive! I run inside the house to tell everyone, and someone suggests I call 911. I try to call from inside the house, but all those people make it too loud. I step outside onto the front porch to make the call where it is quieter. A guy with shoulder length dark hair and kind of an emo cut is on his way up the porch steps as I walk out though. I recognize him as my older brother's best friend (I don't have an older brother lol) and say hey to him. He says hey back, and then I notice his hoodie. The hoodie reminds me that I had given my older brother the money for a hoodie, but he had told me it was going to cost me $50 less than I thought it would. I realize int he dream that his best friend had given him money to help me pay for the hoodie because we played the game the hoodie had the logo for online together.I think the hoodie said battlefield in red hollowed block letters with splatters of red all around it on the back. I tell him I know he helped me pay for my hoodie, and that I really appreciate it. I give him a platonic hug, and then ask him if we can play the game after I call 911. He seems pretty happy about that and goes inside. My big brother is outside walking my dogs so I wave to him as well and them start trying to call 911. I can't get my phone to work right though. At first it tries to open the internet browser, then it tries to call 611 instead of 911. After several attempts the call finally goes through. When the dispatcher guy answers the phone, I have a hard time understanding him. I ask him to repeat that please, and then I notice a ten year old girl walk out of the house. She's black so I think she might be E's daughter. Then I notice a dude with an Afro and solid white eyes walking up the hill that the bodies are at the bottom of carrying a chair. I run over to the girl and tell her to go back inside. She worries that I might be hurt outside, and I tell her not to worry that my brother and his buddy will have my back if there's trouble. Then I tell the dispatcher that we have another situation starting. The guy with whited out eyes sets the chair down and runs off back down the hill, but another guy comes up the hill to pick the chair back up and walk up the street with it. A blonde chic runs out of the house screaming that the guy with the chair is stealing her clothes. When I turn and look back the chair has turned into a flowery green crochet tank top. I run after him and tackle him to the ground. My older brother and his dark haired friend come rushing out of the house to help hold the guy down. The blonde chic pulls a giant rolled up carpet out of no where and rolls it out and around the fence corner. It's a timeline of her relationship with her current boyfriend complete with pictures and dates of what she deems important events. I wake up.

*Side note, pretty sure the dark haired friend was a musician (or maybe a fan running that musician's facebook fan page, I honestly don't know who's picture was on the page lol) that I had looked up yesterday hoping to find more than the handful of songs I knew by him? Her? I thought about that when one of those songs cam eon my MP3 player and I remembered I felt the same comfortable and familiar vibes from that dc that I do when I listen to those songs.