I was raised by my mother's family; my biological mother. One night when I was very young I fell asleep and I dreamed of a murder. In this dream, it was night time. A man, that I had never seen a day in my life, left his house because some of his friends needed help; they were being shot at. This man rendezvoused with another man a few minutes later. They were approaching the house that the man's friend called from. My view of the scene was zooming in on the car, and I saw the man in the passenger seat turn around and shoot the driver. I thought this weird, the men looked different then Americans so I thought I fell asleep with a movie on. The road was weird too. The house was at a lower altitude then the road.
Six years later, my father gained custody of me. He had recently gotten remarried. His wife was nice. He told me her father was dead but he never told me how, so I assumed by natural causes. About four months after we met, me and her where talking in the kitchen and she said her father's death was violent. I asked for detail. She described my dream! The man looked un-American because he was Muslim, wearing attire I was not use to. She said that the murderer was never brought to justice because they didn't know who it was. The passenger from my dream said it was the person running up on the car; in my dream I was running up on the car. The passenger said that the runners killed this man, but my step-mother thought that not true because of the height from the road to the house were the runners were running from.
I don't know whether or not I should tell her my dream.
How does a person dream about a crime, in a place she has never seen, with people she never met until years later, in such detail?