Talk About Being a Dreamer

I was helping chase down a guy who killed people with arsenic. I was working with a friend (who looked like a shadow priest), a cop, a guy who specializes in poisons, and a guy who helped homeless teenagers (this guy was tall, blonde, an well-built). I remember at one point the guy helping the homeless asked the kids to bring him ketchup, and they had a communal fridge that had a lot of ketchup, too.

We dodged several bullets by the time we started to catch up with the killer. We were all banged up but no one was seriously hurt.

We didn't catch him, but I woke up when I could see his back in front of me running away.