I am climbing a flight of stairs as the lift is not working. As I reach the top of the stairs I notice two footballers sitting on a bench and both appear to be injured. I go outside and find myself hanging onto a car as it drives off. I seem to be comfortable and appear to be clinging to the rear door handle and gliding along the road quite easily. The person in the backseat rolls down the window and we start talking. I find out that my father has killed someone and we must help cover up the murder.

A little later I find myself talking to R. She hands me a piece of paper as evidence of the murder. I turn around and notice a police car driving toward us on the pavement.

Dreaming Location: Stockbridge, Edinburgh
Time Recorded: 7.30am

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