Starts there was a music festival at my house, I have a pretty big garden so its not too unbelievable, and in my front lawn was a "mosh pit derby" where I got beat up for a while.
Skips ahead and I'm talking to a beautiful lady (who I didnt recognise, strangely) and she's in a small sort of police office kind of thing (small room, gladd on the door) and I'm wearing a grey hoodie up over my head) her husband the cop walks in, and I start to leave, but lock them in. I tell the cop that the room is filing with poison and she will soon be dead.
Skips ahead and the cop is free, i'm on the floor, no longer wearing the hoodie, and the woman is dead. The cop begins interrogating me (he's my dad now) about how i wound up on the floor and what i saw etc. I tell him the guy in the hoodie knockd me out. He pulls out a cassette tape and says he recorded the whole thing.
He plays the tape, mostly its music, then the earlier conversation starts up. I sound like i'm doing a bad DeNiro impersonation. I'm afreid to talk, but the cop asks what do I think, so i tell him it sounds like deNiro, and we laugh about that for a minute.
The dream had this weird vibe that it was happening in cycles, like I had been in the cops position earlier, and someone had done the same to me. And now the cop would be next to do it. At one point I thought I had woken up and gotten out of bed to find my room covered in money... Which I could only pick up with my toes.
