Last night I dreamed I was part of a police force and we were investigating the murder of a college girl. I suspected her roommate. They'd been high school friends. I got into their dorm and knocked their door. I got in and the room was lavish. I mean, I went over to inspect the curtains and I knew they hadn't come cheap (the fabric was from some store that I don't remember now). It was decorated like a fancy French hotel (draped fabric everywhere, sleigh bed, neutral and warm tones) and I knew the parents had spent thousands just to decorate this room and that this girl would probably have new stuff every semester.
I started poking around the furniture (all wood, all glossy cherry finish) and behind the desk I found a bunch of stuff linking the two roommates -- high school pictures, programs from school, notes shared, etc. The live roommate came in and pitched a fit when she saw me with the stuff, which had been shoved behind the desk. She couldn't bear to look at it. I put it all in a pizza box and went out, letting my captain know she was definitely a suspect.
Then I dreamed I was in a friend's dorm room and he was telling me about this dream he'd had. He said there was a baby chicken in it. He wanted to know what it meant.
"It might signify a new beginning, a birth of sorts," I said. I went on to explain, in detail, what it could signify and I felt as if this was what I was supposed to be doing. It was right. Just...weird, explaining peoples' dreams to them.
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