I was in the middle of a murder investigation. A small girl had been killed. I was talking on the phone with a small child who turned out to be the killer in a later reveal. He was also talking to my mom (not my real mom) and she made connection in a photo when she saw dead girl under bed. I woke up yelling and snorting and scared. The whole thing seemed like it was taking place in Village O Drive.
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