I dreamed that I came out of my garage into the backyard. The lawn was far greener than usual, and my dog (who has been dead almost 2 years) came and greeted me in the eerie quiet. He carried my key ring in his mouth, and I took it from him. He followed me to the sliding glass door, which I unlocked--but as I was about to open it, I looked through the glass and saw that my father's body was collapsed on the floor by his desk. I knew at once that he had been murdered!
A moment later, my mother appeared from around the corner. Instead of screaming or calling the police, she started cleaning the scene up. Before she could see me, I scurried away, terrified because she had murdered my father.
I didn't go very far, though. I stood on the green, green lawn with my golden dog beside me, trying to call 911. Then the monstrous dream-mother found me, and attacked. My call to the police had reached only a voicemail (which I know from experience, as well as common sense, not to be the way 911 works). As dream-mother tried to murder me, too, I told the phone: "I'm reporting a murder. Someone is killing me! I'm at 3149 Page Street." The recorded voice said, "Thank you, that will be all."
The sky was very blue above me as I lay pinned on the grass. My attacker had grown to gigantic proportions. The sun was very bright also, but did not cast shadows. . .
I don't remember how the dream ended. But I dreamed several more just as strange. I hope this fever breaks soon.