Posted on: 2015-09-10 by Guest

Last night I had a fucked up dream so I'll start from the beginning. I'm walking down a street near a gas station. There's these three kids next to the gas station, I start talking to them. They are trying to start something, and then start implying they want to fight me. All I have in my wallet is ten dollars. I decided I can try to stand up for myself, until one pulls a gun. I threw my hands in front of me and tell them I give up. I give them my money and walk away unscathed. my dad is across the street for some reason and I get into his car. He takes me across the Windsor border into Detroit to this house where his three friends are. There are five of us, my dad, me, and the three guys. We go inside and sit on the couch and all is fine. All of a sudden one of the three grabs this steak knife and slits one of the other guys throat who was sitting next to me. Shocked, I grabbed the knife, I don't even know what to do. The murderer walks into the back room. I start to follow to the back room until I realize my dad and these two guys are trying to frame me for murder. I turned to my dad and said 'you're trying to frame me for murder?' 'They just want you to "go on the run" for a while. This guy they killed was a serial killer Josh we had to kill him.' I turn, scared, knowing I've touched the murder weapon, knowing it's on file at the border I've crossed, knowing the testimony of the two men and my own father saying it was me that they would get away with this. That I was fucked. I start to run away out of the house and down the street. They dont try to stop me. I've still got this murder weapon. I throw it on the ground and try to wipe off my prints. I didn't make it far away. I turn back around to go back, thinking I can somehow change their minds. When I get there one of the other men slip this thing into my hand. I stupidly grab it. He says 'how could you have this if you weren't here?'IMD