06/05/10 - A Murder Mystery (non-lucid)

[LiveInTheDream]

A friend of mine was dead. That's what the phone call that started it all was about. Of course I rushed to the scene of the crime as soon as I could so as to learn more about what happened, but it honestly didn't do me much good. All anyone knew for sure was that one moment my friend was alive and well and the next he was laying in a pool of blood, several knife wounds all over his body. No one ever saw the killer. He didn't even leave fingerprints behind, so there was no good way to track him down, either. This, of course, made the last person to see my friend the primary suspect: Zachary Quinto. He was literally dragged to the scene of the crime and the police attempted to identify any sort of evidence with him. They discovered the cuts on my friend's body matched the width and length of a knife owned by Mr. Quinto, but when they produced said knife, Zach didn't seem to recognize it. He didn't appear to be bluffing, either; he was genuinely shocked that a long, brown knife had been discovered on the floor of his home, caked in blood. Quinto was promptly arrested, and I was asked to leave while further investigation was carried out. I was by no means satisfied, though. The next day I paid a visit to the police office to inquire about their discoveries. They told me that evidence against Quinto was insufficient and they would be letting him go later on that day, and also that the knife they found belonged to a mysterious killer known only by the alias "Knife-baby". The killer's targets seemed random; just whoever was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And this time, chance had it so that the Knife-baby killer's choice was personal. I set out on a quest to find out just who this murderer was and bring them down myself, or otherwise set them up for arrest. It didn't take long before I met up with Quinto, who was planning to do the same thing in order to clear his own name. We went all over the globe together, following the tiniest and most confusing trails of clues, hoping that sooner or later we'd find our guy. Sadly, the biggest help we got was the frequent news reports of the Knife-baby killer's latest victims. After enough people had been killed, we were able to line up their locations on a map like a 'connect the dots' picture and plot a line to predict where the killer would be next. The location? A research building in the Amazon jungle. Quinto and I approached the building from a ways off, not wanting to alert anyone of our presence by the sound of a vehicle. After hacking through security at the back door, we began to make our way through the hallway, keeping our eyes peeled in all possible directions. Suddenly, all went black. I heard a noise like a muffled explosion followed by the feedback of a thousand echoes. It hurt my ears, so I put my hands over them while crying out in pain...and as I fell to my knees, the light came back on, and I was on my knees before the dead body of a scientist who worked in the facility. Blood was everywhere, and knife wounds were clearly visible in the corpse's back. It was then that I noticed my hands were wet, so I pulled them down, away from my ears, and was horrified to see that my own hands were also caked with blood, and I held a long, brown knife in my right hand. Quinto was unharmed, but backed up against the wall, and breathing hard. He was clearly freaked out by the whole thing. When he got his breath back, he stared at the body, and at me. "You...you...you're the Knife-baby killer!" He said angrily, charging at me and pinning me up against the wall. "What? Think about what you're saying! Why would I have killed my own friend, framed you, and then come all this way with you just so I could turn around and show you that I was the one all along? Do you really think I'm that stupid?" I replied. Quinto let go and backed off, huffing with frustration that we'd missed the killer again. "So how does this work?" He asked. "Does the killer ever actually kill anyone? Or does he just use us as proxies?" "Wait a minute, so you're saying you did kill my friend?" "You know that's not true! I saw what you just saw! Blackness, then that noise, then a dead body sitting at my feet, and a long brown knife and blood in my hands. But I got rid of the knife; I got rid of the knife!! The killer obviously wanted me to be framed...that's why he put the knife back in my house! And now he wants you as well. Maybe that's how he handles people who have leads on his location. Puts them in prison by false accusation." "Then let's follow him, before he gets away!" We turned back to the door we'd come in, and found it still wide open. There was a moment of self-hatred, thinking we'd just created the killer's escape route. That was the final straw. We charged outside just in time to see a black figure running into another building a short ways away. "There he is!" Quinto pointed. The chase was on! We smashed through the door to the building and kept running, absolutely determined not to let this guy get away. We were gaining on the figure, who was still black as a shadow even up close, and then we followed him around a corner...only to hear a scream and see the Knife-baby killer throwing himself over us, knocking us both to the ground. When I got up, I was no longer in the building, Quinto was no longer there, and the Knife-baby killer was completely out of my memory. The dream continued on as a rather typical false-awakening. Hope you guys enjoyed this one, and please be sure to check out my dream journal for other craziness! Link is in my sig!

[Imaginer1]

I wonder if it would be possible to create a LUCID dream where there is a mystery. Could your subconcious create an answer to the mystery yet hide it from you? That would be very interesting. This is a very fun dream, and quirky as normal. I had fun reading this

[z1nk666]

That was very interesting! I have to say your dreams are much different then mine. Mine tend to be much more wild and random. If your dream was a book id read it!

[LiveInTheDream]

Thanks, guys

[Sekhmet]

Do you write? Because this would make an awesome story! You could be like Stephen King and become rich selling stories that came to you in your dreams!

[LiveInTheDream]

I do write, actually. But it's been quite a while since I last wrote a novel, and it didn't turn out to be as good of a book as I had intended, so it never went anywhere I'm definitely considering a book taken from my dreams, though. If I mixed several things up into one big plotline, I think it could be really cool

[smithshn]

I have read your description. It is really nice thinking power. I want to know that are you a writer? Because a writer can think only that much level of your description. It is really interesting story.

[Samael]

Cool story. I especially like the part where you convince your friend you're not the killer because you're just not that stupid. Haha. Could your subconcious create an answer to the mystery yet hide it from you? That would be very interesting. My murder-mystery dreams usually throw a random twist ending in. Usually I end up having been the killer, through some crazy twisted means with no foreshadowing whatsoever.