Investigation

I was staying at a farm house. Someone had found the shoe of the woman who had lived there, or some other sign that she had disappeared and something bad had happened to her. I finally looked up and she was suspended in the air, dead, like she was hung but just floating. One of the scariest moments of a dream I've ever had.

Then I was part of the investigation into her murder. All the police or specialists were super smart, super nerdy women, dressed in neon graphic tee shirts or big dorky sneakers, with jewelry made of little plastic toys. I had to join them because I had found the body, and I wasn't sure if I should tell them I'd dreamed her death before it happened.

We went back to the farm house to look for clues, and I opened a door with a photo taped to it and it pushed me back into the memory of when it was taken--a blond guy and I had fallen in love and made out in the bathroom, then he went to a local salon and started getting his hair dyed brown. I decided not to wait for him and started walking home, and realized I was only wearing a towel and started running. A man in the park stopped to offer help, but I knew I couldn't slow down or stop. I vaulted over chain-link fences and ended up back in my apartment, where the investigation was still happening. No one had noticed I was gone.