It happened after a strange series of vaguely connected events and scene changes in the dream world. There was a woman being kept somewhere by some natives due to some strange beliefs and we could not free her from them and so we walked out to a ridge that was overlooking the ocean. I had wanted her, but there was a man I was with who had rights to her and wanted her as well, but now we both weren't getting her and she was trapped. Then the scene changed. I was staying at some old woman's house (I think it was Father's Day, we were with my Dad and we were wishing it to him). We were walking out of this house, down the steps outside and the woman was talking about these victims, seemingly warning us about them. She was talking about a woman who had had her legs over a man's neck at the bottom of a room with five rows of benches, and she was saying that was the last thing the woman was doing, whatever that means. And then she said, "You know after finding 5 victims what you are in for, you must act right away."
There began this emergence of an ominous story of how to stop a psychopathic killer after you have found a certain number of victims. And then she stops for a minute and then says, "But you have to start making your judgments after 4 victims."
There was something sinister in the delayed information she gave about the 4 victims after the 5, something delayed in the structure itself of her own expenditure of information, and then it all snapped into place and the warning was complete.
I awoke in bed gasping and she had my wrists. She was hard to see, a sort of ghastly apparition. I fought for a bit (she was inhumanely strong), and through yellowed teeth, she asked me, "What do you care?" She had a lighter in her hand (Oh god she burns people alive).
She set fire to my sheets.
I awoke for real paralyzed on my back in terror. My mouth felt burnt to cinders and I had wild racing thoughts. "Get the gun, it is not over yet" kept racing through my head. Eventually the paralysis wore off and my heart slowed down and I rolled over in bed to try to go back to sleep. But I was spooked.
"Goddamn you", I said to myself in the dark, the tears burning in their ducts, "That was the worst one yet."
