The following is an actual dream included in my dream journal, and does not describe actual facts
Dream of: 19 September 1992 "Another Murder"
Carolina and I were in an upstairs room of a house in Dallas, but which seemed like the upstairs of the Gay Street House. When the phone rang, I picked it up and heard my mother's voice on the other end. She said that it had happened again, that someone had been killed in Portsmouth. My mother told me my sister had been dating a new fellow named Greg and somebody had shot Greg. I wanted to hear more about it, but my mother stepped away from the phone. I screamed, "Mom! Mom! Come back to the phone!"
Someone picked up the phone. The person promised to get my mother for me, but instead just left me hanging. I waited and waited and waited, but no one came back. However I was afraid that if I hung up, someone else would call my mother, and that I wouldn't be able to get back through to her. So I just kept waiting and waiting.
Meanwhile, I was thinking it sounded increasingly as if my brother-in-law James had committed the murder. Of course anyone could have done it. It could have been someone else interested in my sister. If it hadn't been James, then James should start being worried.
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