OK, this is my first entry.

I'd like to start this off by saying that when I remember my dreams, they do not feel like dreams, even after I wake up. They feel like extremely real experiences. This is both exhilerating and a little frightening.

Anthow, this is my latest dream.

I'm a passenger in a van. Driving is a woman I'm apperantly in love with, but she doesn't know/care. We're running from the police. I can hear the sirens, see the flashing lights further back on the highway. We're dodging traffic, and we don't say very much. I know that I have been accomplice to someone's murder...by the woman's hands. I was there and didn't stop her and ran away with her, therefore, I'm an accomplice. We're driving down a road that resembles 264 eastbound in Va Beach...as a matter of fact, we just passed mount trashmore....suddenly I yell "TAKE THIS EXIT!!!", said exit being a steep upward-sloping ramp. I thought we were going to roll over, we took the ramp so fast. Anyhow, we'd changed lanes fast enough that we lost the cops.

We come to this big, overgrown field, bounded by a 9-10 foot tall brick wall. There's an old, abandoned structure (farmhouse?) at the end of the field. We pull up next to the wall, under an overhanging tree. For some reason, there is green mold/moss everywhere on the ground in this field. I can see up the road dissapearing into the woods from here.

The woman tells me "Don't worry, I've got the spare back end. I'll just replace the back panels and they won't recognize us"..I reply "What about replacement plates?" she tells me "At my house. Don't worry, they won't find us."

Then I can see the red and bluse lights reflected on the trees, and we get out of the van and hide under it. I see a cop climb up onto the wall, and spot us. We're caught. Now I'm in jail.

The cop questioning us looks a lot like Morgan Freeman. I've just noticed that this woman has a southern accent and is pretty belligerent with the cops. One of the other cops calls her "Alabama".

We get seperated for questioning.

I wake up.

This was all very very vivid, and there weren't many indicators (that I could process, at least) that this was anything but reality. Even now, I remember most of it. Writing it all down helped.

I wonder who she killed, why, and why I didn't stop her...?