I had apparently murdered someone and was quickly trying to cover up the evidence. Just as I was throwing away the last trace, the detectives investigating the murder walked through the door, although one of them appeared to be a 12-year-old. (Kids dream sign in full effect, I guess). They asked why I was throwing stuff away in such a rush, and I didn't have an answer for them. As they stepped towards the garbage can where I threw the stuff, I picked up a huge saw that just happened to be laying on my desk, proclaimed that it was me who murdered this anonymous person, stabbed the 12-year-old with the saw and ran away. The 12-year-old appeared to not be phased by this and chased me through my house, saw sticking out her back and blood spewing everywhere. I locked myself in the bathroom and dived out the window. I saw flashes of a new life and identity being created to avoid prison as I woke up.