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Alright. To call this dream disturbing is a little bit of an understatement, considering i woke up in cold sweat in the middle of the night. It's gorey so be warned.
The first thing that i recall is me going to school because of one of my classes. It's not an art class though, it's some CSI training class or something that i'm attending. i got the feeling that i had been in the class for some time so that it wasn't just out of the blue. The teacher was a male that i cannot recall
seeing before who was in his late 40's. he wore glasses and was of regular build, with graying hair and beard. He explained to the class that the person who he thought demonstrated the most talent for field work, he would personally take to the next crime scene that he had to investigate. He handed out a quiz with a bunch of questions on it, and the class basically had to try and piece together a crime scene. i had to show how this and that could have, or wouldn't work and other such questions about how to handle evidence. They were questions that required you to think out of the box to try and find a solution to prove a person was guilty of the crime according to evidence. Yesterday i could have told you what my answers where but i can't anymore. i waited a day too long to type them. Anyways. very strange questions. my answers sounded like they would have made sense, but strange none the less. i suppose the teacher ( I'll call him Allen) was impressed, he asked me to come with him to the lab and he would show me around and get me ready for my first field job. So Allen showed me around, showed me the equipment, and took me to get trained to be proficient with a handgun. i know there is no possible way this would ever happen, but it was a dream. i was catching on really fast with the crime lab, but i was having trouble with shooting. i sometimes go to the shooting range with my father, but i stick to rifles and shotguns. i can't get the hang of handguns. they scare me. i'm guessing the same was true in my dream. Allen and i were going through some files of previous cases to show process, when he got a phone call from a hotel that had found a body. When we arrived at the scene i learned that the body was in the bathroom. i remember the stench. it was awful. There was a body laying in the tub completely cut in half. Scissors sticking out of his eyes, protruding from his neck and several fingers, toes and the guy's tongue laying on the floor. It was a mess. Allen took me outside and told me that if i couldn't handle it, we would just work on another case together. i said that i would stick it out and went back to process some evidence in the bathroom while the coroner's worked on getting the body out. i dont really remember what i found but i remember looking in the sink and seeing a wad of hair. i put on my gloves and pulled it out carefully, to find it was part of the man's scalp. Allen determined that the body had probably been there for at least 2 days; explaining the stench and some of the evidence. The autopsy revealed that the scissors had been placed there before death, and body was cleanly cut from head to toe, indicating it would have had to be done by a large, sharp blade. We started to check out a couple of heavy machinery places to see if anything of that sort had been bought to no avail. We ran search after search over all the evidence but nothing was coming up. Allen got another call with a similar case, so we went off to the scene. This time it was a house. The body was strung up flat on the ceiling from freshly pierced rings and piano wire on the outer skin of his body. The eyes and mouth were sewn shut with black thread and it looked like somebody had stood underneath his stomach with an open torch. i think i threw up this time, and waited outside to calm my nerves. Allen came out a bit later and told me that the evidence was similar to the case i was already working on. So this became something else that i had to look into. Again, all of the rings and thread work had been done before death. the torch was determined to be the cause of death. The body had been dead about 10 hours. The person was either getting sloppy or they were being discovered quicker. we worked diligently. again, why i was still on the case is beyond me. i was in charge of looking for patterns or connections that would help us find a suspect. i was looking at the piece of scalp that i had found in the drain when i noticed a single piece of black hair mixed in with the blonde. i ran some tests on it and somehow found out that it was female. Most serial killers are white males, which was what we had been looking for. We then started searches on women who could have been connected to the crime scene. an address of a women who was at the hotel room was found, and Allen and i went to go check it out. i was given a handgun, and a flashlight. We called to have backup waiting and went up to the house. it was maybe 10 or 11 o' clock at night, and there was no apparent sign of inhabitance in the house. With no answer at the door and evidence linking this person to the crimes, we broke down the door and started to check out the rooms with police accuracy. i remember sweating and shaking as i went through the house. Once we cleared the place we checked the backyard together. Sweet jesus. It was a smallish backyard with a high wooden fence around the perimeter. It was barren, but there was a bloody dirt mound in the center under a tarp, and to the side of it was some sort of trench/moat thing filled with water. on top of it was a machine and some pipes. The machine was similar to an old paper cutter. a flat surface with a blade on the end that you would pull down to cut with. We cleared the backyard then started to look around. Our backup was there and searching through the house while we were in the back. Upon farther examination, the pipes where actually some sort of grinder and filter system. i shone my flashlight into the water and found it bloody with ground-up human. Apparently, the lady would cut up the people with the machine, then put them into the grinder, and from the grinder to the water. Gunfire was heard, some shouts, then it when quiet. Me and Allen went into the house. All around us were the bodies of the police officers, slashed and stabbed with a small object. We started to clear the house again. As i opened the door to the bathroom, the lady leaped out at me. She was a tallish woman in a brown business suit, covered in blood from killing the officers. She had a pair of hedge clippers in her hand and she fastened them around my neck. Allen came behind her and shot her in the back of the head. It didn't phase her. She unclenched the clippers from my neck and stabbed Allen in the chest. He didn't get up. i had begun pinching my jugular vein shut to keep from dying. i started to cough up blood and she turned around and smiled menacingly at me. She grabbed my hair with one hand, and Allen's jacket with the other and begun to drag us outside. At that time i think i began to drift in an out of consciousness. i saw her place Allen into the grinding machine. She didn't pay to much attention to me. i stood up and staggered back to the bathroom and grabbed my gun off the floor, still holding my vein. a few seconds later she came in looking for me, and she turned around the corner i managed to shoot the gun with one hand, hitting her successfully 6 times in the head. She just laughed, shrugged and reached for the back of her head and grabbed a zipper pull. She unzipped it down her to the floor and the skin fell away to either side like cloth. There was nothing there. and then i woke up.
If anyone had any dream interpretations i'd like to hear them.
The first thing that i recall is me going to school because of one of my classes. It's not an art class though, it's some CSI training class or something that i'm attending. i got the feeling that i had been in the class for some time so that it wasn't just out of the blue. The teacher was a male that i cannot recall
seeing before who was in his late 40's. he wore glasses and was of regular build, with graying hair and beard. He explained to the class that the person who he thought demonstrated the most talent for field work, he would personally take to the next crime scene that he had to investigate. He handed out a quiz with a bunch of questions on it, and the class basically had to try and piece together a crime scene. i had to show how this and that could have, or wouldn't work and other such questions about how to handle evidence. They were questions that required you to think out of the box to try and find a solution to prove a person was guilty of the crime according to evidence. Yesterday i could have told you what my answers where but i can't anymore. i waited a day too long to type them. Anyways. very strange questions. my answers sounded like they would have made sense, but strange none the less. i suppose the teacher ( I'll call him Allen) was impressed, he asked me to come with him to the lab and he would show me around and get me ready for my first field job. So Allen showed me around, showed me the equipment, and took me to get trained to be proficient with a handgun. i know there is no possible way this would ever happen, but it was a dream. i was catching on really fast with the crime lab, but i was having trouble with shooting. i sometimes go to the shooting range with my father, but i stick to rifles and shotguns. i can't get the hang of handguns. they scare me. i'm guessing the same was true in my dream. Allen and i were going through some files of previous cases to show process, when he got a phone call from a hotel that had found a body. When we arrived at the scene i learned that the body was in the bathroom. i remember the stench. it was awful. There was a body laying in the tub completely cut in half. Scissors sticking out of his eyes, protruding from his neck and several fingers, toes and the guy's tongue laying on the floor. It was a mess. Allen took me outside and told me that if i couldn't handle it, we would just work on another case together. i said that i would stick it out and went back to process some evidence in the bathroom while the coroner's worked on getting the body out. i dont really remember what i found but i remember looking in the sink and seeing a wad of hair. i put on my gloves and pulled it out carefully, to find it was part of the man's scalp. Allen determined that the body had probably been there for at least 2 days; explaining the stench and some of the evidence. The autopsy revealed that the scissors had been placed there before death, and body was cleanly cut from head to toe, indicating it would have had to be done by a large, sharp blade. We started to check out a couple of heavy machinery places to see if anything of that sort had been bought to no avail. We ran search after search over all the evidence but nothing was coming up. Allen got another call with a similar case, so we went off to the scene. This time it was a house. The body was strung up flat on the ceiling from freshly pierced rings and piano wire on the outer skin of his body. The eyes and mouth were sewn shut with black thread and it looked like somebody had stood underneath his stomach with an open torch. i think i threw up this time, and waited outside to calm my nerves. Allen came out a bit later and told me that the evidence was similar to the case i was already working on. So this became something else that i had to look into. Again, all of the rings and thread work had been done before death. the torch was determined to be the cause of death. The body had been dead about 10 hours. The person was either getting sloppy or they were being discovered quicker. we worked diligently. again, why i was still on the case is beyond me. i was in charge of looking for patterns or connections that would help us find a suspect. i was looking at the piece of scalp that i had found in the drain when i noticed a single piece of black hair mixed in with the blonde. i ran some tests on it and somehow found out that it was female. Most serial killers are white males, which was what we had been looking for. We then started searches on women who could have been connected to the crime scene. an address of a women who was at the hotel room was found, and Allen and i went to go check it out. i was given a handgun, and a flashlight. We called to have backup waiting and went up to the house. it was maybe 10 or 11 o' clock at night, and there was no apparent sign of inhabitance in the house. With no answer at the door and evidence linking this person to the crimes, we broke down the door and started to check out the rooms with police accuracy. i remember sweating and shaking as i went through the house. Once we cleared the place we checked the backyard together. Sweet jesus. It was a smallish backyard with a high wooden fence around the perimeter. It was barren, but there was a bloody dirt mound in the center under a tarp, and to the side of it was some sort of trench/moat thing filled with water. on top of it was a machine and some pipes. The machine was similar to an old paper cutter. a flat surface with a blade on the end that you would pull down to cut with. We cleared the backyard then started to look around. Our backup was there and searching through the house while we were in the back. Upon farther examination, the pipes where actually some sort of grinder and filter system. i shone my flashlight into the water and found it bloody with ground-up human. Apparently, the lady would cut up the people with the machine, then put them into the grinder, and from the grinder to the water. Gunfire was heard, some shouts, then it when quiet. Me and Allen went into the house. All around us were the bodies of the police officers, slashed and stabbed with a small object. We started to clear the house again. As i opened the door to the bathroom, the lady leaped out at me. She was a tallish woman in a brown business suit, covered in blood from killing the officers. She had a pair of hedge clippers in her hand and she fastened them around my neck. Allen came behind her and shot her in the back of the head. It didn't phase her. She unclenched the clippers from my neck and stabbed Allen in the chest. He didn't get up. i had begun pinching my jugular vein shut to keep from dying. i started to cough up blood and she turned around and smiled menacingly at me. She grabbed my hair with one hand, and Allen's jacket with the other and begun to drag us outside. At that time i think i began to drift in an out of consciousness. i saw her place Allen into the grinding machine. She didn't pay to much attention to me. i stood up and staggered back to the bathroom and grabbed my gun off the floor, still holding my vein. a few seconds later she came in looking for me, and she turned around the corner i managed to shoot the gun with one hand, hitting her successfully 6 times in the head. She just laughed, shrugged and reached for the back of her head and grabbed a zipper pull. She unzipped it down her to the floor and the skin fell away to either side like cloth. There was nothing there. and then i woke up.
If anyone had any dream interpretations i'd like to hear them.