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I dreamt that Jeff Spicer got shot in the head by his lookalike cousin. He had been impersonating the cousin to try to get information about the criminal gang he was part of, but they caught on and his cousin killed him so he could steal his clean identity. This took place in the yard of my parents' house on Galen at night, and for some reason everyone was skiing.
Anyway, his cousin left his body in the ditch and vanished. I went sobbing hysterically to Mrs. Stallard, next door, who got very upset and was for some reason angry at me for what had happened. I kept telling people, but I got the sense that other people did not believe me, because no one did anything.
I spent the next day trying to figure out what to do next. I don't remember a lot of what happened, here, but the last thing that happened in the dream was that my parents' lower yard had become a cranberry bog, and I was half-running, half-swimming desperately through the cranberries to get away, while his cousin tried to run me down in a white Range Rover.
Anyway, his cousin left his body in the ditch and vanished. I went sobbing hysterically to Mrs. Stallard, next door, who got very upset and was for some reason angry at me for what had happened. I kept telling people, but I got the sense that other people did not believe me, because no one did anything.
I spent the next day trying to figure out what to do next. I don't remember a lot of what happened, here, but the last thing that happened in the dream was that my parents' lower yard had become a cranberry bog, and I was half-running, half-swimming desperately through the cranberries to get away, while his cousin tried to run me down in a white Range Rover.