I remember being in a mall, one of those really nice ones. All fancy and shiny and clean. Anyway, we were standing near one of those mall kiosks, except it was actually a wagon. No, wait, that's wrong. It was definitely a wooden cart. Only it had a display on it, covered by glass.
While we were checking out the cart display, I happened to notice a somewhat hidden room behind it. And I saw the art I had made in college lining the walls inside the room!
"That's my art!" I gasped, and we ran over to inspect the room.
Who the "we" is, I have no idea. I just know I wasn't alone and that I don't recognize the people I was with.
Anyway, it turns out this secret room had been inhabited by a murderer. From Scandinavia. She had taken up residence on her mission (maybe she was an assassin!) and was apparently trying to frame me.
Uh oh. Bad news bears.
I remember inspecting the room, going over all the possessions she left behind, trying to figure out who she was, why she was doing this, and how to stop her.
Then I woke up.
If this has anything to do with my last weird dream, maybe her target had been the sleeping marine and I interfered. Or maybe he had been her boyfriend and she was trying to get him back by framing me so I'd end up locked up and out of her way. Or maybe she murdered that old dude shaving in my bathroom and since I lived with him she used me as the perfect fall guy.
I mean seriously. If he shaved and left all his gunky face hairs trapped in old, solidified shave gel remnants in the sink, I'd totally make a good suspect.
That ish is nasty.
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