Dream Catcher
Sweet Dreams
She walks down a hall. Walls beige and plain, probably a hotel seeing that in front of some doors were trays of food. She passes a maid's cart in front of a room with a open door. She turns to the right, at a door with the number 245 on it. Her black delicately polished nails clench down to make a fist and she knocks gently on the door. A older man answers. He has white hair that is beginning to bald, and was very in shape for somebody his age. He has crystal blue eyes and was wearing a white bathrobe, probably owned by the hotel. The robe was cracked open revealing most of his chest, which was fairly hairy.
"Oh you must be room service" he says.
He must be senile because the women isn't wearing a uniform, when she looks down it reveals that she's wearing a tight black and white stripped long sleeve sweater, along with tight black jeans and black high heels. For some reason she also had a pair of leather gloves sticking out of her left jean pocket.
"Umm, ya" she lies hoping he wouldn't suspect a thing.
"Okay" he says turning around to head to the washroom, probably to retrieve his dirty towels for her to wash and replace with new ones. She takes the black gloves out of her pocket and slips them on quickly while he's searching for the towels. "Just a minute" he calls from the washroom.
"Okay sir" she responds as she lifts up the bottom of her jeans to reveal a small dagger strapped above her ankle. The man steps out of the washroom, just in time for her to hide the dagger in her back pocket.
"So is that all sir" she asks walking over to him to retrieve the towels.
"Yes, that's all for now" he says handing the towels to her with a smile.
As she grabs the towels he turns around to go into the washroom again. She drops the towels on the floor and walks rapidly toward the man, taking the dagger from her back pocket. She stabs him multiple times, and as he hits the ground I wake up.
That has been the second horrifying dream I've had since yesterday. The first was of a person wearing a black baggy hoody and jeans with sneakers killing a young brown haired women in a alley. It's actually pretty understandable why I'm having dreams like this. I'm a crime reporter, I'm surrounded by dead bodies and crime-scenes every day! It's understandable that I'm beginning to dream of such things, actually, I'm surprised I've never dreams of murders earlier.
I get up from bed and head out of my room and into the bathroom. I slowly turn the cold water on and splash a handful upon my face. I shake my hands dry and decide to have breakfast a little early. I peer into the fridge and decide on just having a apple and banana.
Once I finished getting ready for work and eating I get in my car and head for the crime department where I worked. As I was driving my cell phone rang. Checking the caller id before answering I realized it was my boss. "Hello" I say flipping the phone open.
"Hey Woods, we have a crime for you to report, the team is already there. It's on the 4th floor of the Fairmont hotel" he informs me.
"Okay, I'll get right on it" I assure him.
As I exit the elevator on the 4th floor, I notice that this hallway is Exactly the same as the one in my dream. The walls were also plain and beige. The only thing different was that there weren't any trays on the floor and no maid cart. As I walked down the hall turned to the open door where the crime scene was and I gasped to myself. The number on the door was 245, the same as in my dream. I stepped in the room and it was exactly the same. This had to be a coincidence. The odds against this murder actually being the murder in my dream are very slim.
Jill turned to me, swinging her long black ponytail threw the air. she puts her camera down and gives me a strange look. "Hey Jay, what's up with you?"
I guess she noticed the shocked look upon my face.
"Ummmmm, I'm just amazed by how beautiful the view is" I say looking out the window.
Jill tilts her lips as if to say "what the hell?"
"The view is of a brick wall filled with bird crap" she says "and even when you look down, all you see is a nasty alley. It doesn't take much to amaze you! Anyway, the victim is in the bathroom, come on" she says.
I follow her into the bathroom and look down at the scene.
It was a pretty muscular old man, wearing a white bathrobe. He was stabbed in the chest 5 times. his crystal blue eyes still open.
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"Oh you must be room service" he says.
He must be senile because the women isn't wearing a uniform, when she looks down it reveals that she's wearing a tight black and white stripped long sleeve sweater, along with tight black jeans and black high heels. For some reason she also had a pair of leather gloves sticking out of her left jean pocket.
"Umm, ya" she lies hoping he wouldn't suspect a thing.
"Okay" he says turning around to head to the washroom, probably to retrieve his dirty towels for her to wash and replace with new ones. She takes the black gloves out of her pocket and slips them on quickly while he's searching for the towels. "Just a minute" he calls from the washroom.
"Okay sir" she responds as she lifts up the bottom of her jeans to reveal a small dagger strapped above her ankle. The man steps out of the washroom, just in time for her to hide the dagger in her back pocket.
"So is that all sir" she asks walking over to him to retrieve the towels.
"Yes, that's all for now" he says handing the towels to her with a smile.
As she grabs the towels he turns around to go into the washroom again. She drops the towels on the floor and walks rapidly toward the man, taking the dagger from her back pocket. She stabs him multiple times, and as he hits the ground I wake up.
That has been the second horrifying dream I've had since yesterday. The first was of a person wearing a black baggy hoody and jeans with sneakers killing a young brown haired women in a alley. It's actually pretty understandable why I'm having dreams like this. I'm a crime reporter, I'm surrounded by dead bodies and crime-scenes every day! It's understandable that I'm beginning to dream of such things, actually, I'm surprised I've never dreams of murders earlier.
I get up from bed and head out of my room and into the bathroom. I slowly turn the cold water on and splash a handful upon my face. I shake my hands dry and decide to have breakfast a little early. I peer into the fridge and decide on just having a apple and banana.
Once I finished getting ready for work and eating I get in my car and head for the crime department where I worked. As I was driving my cell phone rang. Checking the caller id before answering I realized it was my boss. "Hello" I say flipping the phone open.
"Hey Woods, we have a crime for you to report, the team is already there. It's on the 4th floor of the Fairmont hotel" he informs me.
"Okay, I'll get right on it" I assure him.
As I exit the elevator on the 4th floor, I notice that this hallway is Exactly the same as the one in my dream. The walls were also plain and beige. The only thing different was that there weren't any trays on the floor and no maid cart. As I walked down the hall turned to the open door where the crime scene was and I gasped to myself. The number on the door was 245, the same as in my dream. I stepped in the room and it was exactly the same. This had to be a coincidence. The odds against this murder actually being the murder in my dream are very slim.
Jill turned to me, swinging her long black ponytail threw the air. she puts her camera down and gives me a strange look. "Hey Jay, what's up with you?"
I guess she noticed the shocked look upon my face.
"Ummmmm, I'm just amazed by how beautiful the view is" I say looking out the window.
Jill tilts her lips as if to say "what the hell?"
"The view is of a brick wall filled with bird crap" she says "and even when you look down, all you see is a nasty alley. It doesn't take much to amaze you! Anyway, the victim is in the bathroom, come on" she says.
I follow her into the bathroom and look down at the scene.
It was a pretty muscular old man, wearing a white bathrobe. He was stabbed in the chest 5 times. his crystal blue eyes still open.
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