A woman and I (she may have been my mom in part of the dream but not all of it) while working as an auxiliary for the police force and found a car
wreck. My partner phoned the actual
police who came and investigated. We
searched the car and I think through notes and the like determined that a woman
had crashed the car because she had snapped and decided to kill her husband and
child because her baby was “mutated” (in the dream’s terms that mean it had
deformities; no X-Men like powers). A large bodybag or garbage bag (probably
more the former) was found. My partner or the cop did a quick check and
confirmed it was the husband. We found a
small garbage bag which I correctly guessed had the “mutated” baby inside; a
note inside seemed to further suggest that (I think there was a bag inside a
bag and the note may have been attached to the inner bag). My dream made no
distinction between indoors and outdoors, so, being squeamish I went into my
apartment’s backroom while they checked that bag, though candy on the floor
prevented me from closing the bathroom door entirely. I noticed that more time
was passing than should be needed to confirm that it was in fact the baby in
the bag. So trying to look away I left
the bathroom to find out if they were done yet; I think they almost were. While little left happened in this scenario I
don’t recall; I think I woke up around then.
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