Dreams whilst sleeping are very normal for me. Simply said, a dreamless night would be a very rare sight. Sometimes, I would wake up in the middle of the night, only to fall asleep and continue the dream. Other times, I would have multiple dreams without waking up. Sometimes I would remember them to the slightest detail. Sometimes I try to remember but fail. I don't know why I dream so much. Maybe it's because I think a lot in the day or I day-dream too much in the day. Anyway, the following is a dream I had last night that is still at the back of my head.
"Hi, there's been a fire at the High School.. I'm not sure if anyone's been injured." We heard a female's voice from the receiver reporting what seemed to be the trouble. The fire department were notified and dispatched. My partners and I made our way down to the scene for investigation.
It was in the bathroom that we discovered signs of arson. Oil spills and pills were scattered around the floor that confirmed our speculation. However, the information that had us taken aback was hearing our informant report that a witness had seen the very same girl who had called us, purchasing those very items that caused the fire. We immediately took off in search of the girl who had already fled the scene. Through various contacts, we found out she was going back to her mother's place.
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Hopping on the train, the anonymous girl stood amongst the crowd. She took out her cell and began dialling a number. The moment she had the receiver in her ears, someone from the other side answered. A lady's voice, more mature and older was heard railing at the girl. Coupled with the volume of the cell, it was no wonder that passengers standing next to her were able to listen in to the conversation. The yelling went about for another 2 minutes, with a pause in between. There was an ending pause which seemed like the end of the conversation. However, the same mature voice spoke up again, this time calm and soothing. "I need you to do one more thing for me." A sinister smile crept up.
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Arriving at the given address of the mother's place, we cautiously went into action, searching the place. As the garage door opened slowly, we saw a body with all its bones disjointed and twisted leaning against a wall. Our shock was overwhelmed with relieve when we realised it was only a wooden mannequin. As we walked into a door the led towards a darkened room, we saw similar mannequins laying all around. They were also disjointed and twisted. It was a certainly disturbing room to walk into. Yet, in the very same room, we chanced upon another scene of crime. A woman's body has been discovered. She appeared to be in her early fifties. Her position was somewhat in a similar stance as one of the wooden mannequin. However, it was one that was lying on the floor in pools of blood. There was blood everywhere. Across one side of the wall were layers of barb wire stringed across the whole wall. Apparently, someone had pushed her against the wall multiple times as that would explain the cuts on her body. The victim was identified as the mother of the girl we were looking for. We received information that the girl has left the premises and was headed to a public water theme park. We took off immediately as we realised that this girl is mentally unstable and highly dangerous.
We parked our car hastily and went in search of the girl. Our team split up with each of us going in a different direction. One of my partners found the girl and began chasing her. I was speaking to a few girls who might have seen her. Our paths crossed. The girl signaled for the girls I was speaking to, to follow her. They all ran towards the distance and I did not give chase. My partner caught up with me and exclaimed "Why didn't you go after them?" My reply, somewhat ridiculous was "You know I can't run." In response, he said "You have to! Come on, let's go!" Both of us picked up pace and tried to locate the girl. We crossed a water park ride and were walking into garden-like trellises. We saw the girls who were following the girl walking out slowly, they looked different as if they had exchanged clothing. Because the girls had similar faces as the girl, we began to realise she could have camouflaged herself within that group and almost ran after them until we finally saw her standing there.
"You've got no where to run. Please come with us." I called out to her. From out of nowhere, she was suddenly holding on to a certain length of barb wire. She began to attack us to no avail. "You're going to lose in this game if you keep up with it." I said. In response, she dropped her weapon and charged towards me exclaiming in derange "I'm not a loser!" I blocked her attempts to punch me and held on to both her fists. We finally got her down and she went delirious, struggling to break free. My partner held her down from the back while the other took over my position of holding down her hands.
I reached out to her and tried to calm her down. I stroke her cheeks which were now wet with both sweat and tears. "No. You are not a loser. You have never been a loser. It's okay, it's okay. You're safe now. Please, trust me. I'm here to help you." I said soothingly. "Come with us." She was finally calmed down and nodded her head. My partner who held her hands down released her hands and began to lead the way out of the park. My other partner escorted her, while I took hold of her weapon and followed suit.
On the way to the exit, we were required to swim to get to the other end and I had difficulty keeping the barb wire safe from other people around the water park. In fact, I had cut myself on my feet prior to going into the water, hence knew how much it hurt. My partner had gone far ahead of us and I tried to catch up with her, leaving my other partner with the girl. It had started to rain and the weather turned cold. I was only able to locate her at the parking lot and she was waiting for us. I stood by her, waiting for our partner and the girl to join us, when my partner turned to me and asked me "How did you know she was facing self esteem issues which has led to this?" I couldn't explain it myself but managed to say "It just came to me. I sensed it. There was no other reasons for her actions unless she held on to the bitterness of people calling her names and labeling her. Which is why she took it out on those wooden mannequins and finally the school where it all began. As for her mom, it remains a mystery still." The two finally joined us and we began to make our way to the car.
Everything else became blurry after that. I recall waking up and dreaming another dream. I had to blog about this because it has been disturbing me. The disjointed mannequins, the barb wire, the girl and how I could explain her actions. And if you hadn't known yet, the mom actually asked her to kill her. I don't know why. It's scary and disturbing... And yes, my dream was that detailed. See what I mean? Okay. Bye.
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