i had a dream last night that i was an 18 y/o dectective (even though i sounded 12) also the dream was in my artstyle for some reason? anyway i was solving a murder scene when i got a phone call. it was my friend. apparently, my mom (not actually my mom and friend they look nothing alike to irl) was shot with a gun in the chest 24 times, and then almost decapitated with a dull guallitine.
i teleported (dreams are garbage with transitions so its basically teleporting) to where my friend and my mom were, (in a dark alleyway) and my friend called the ambulance while i called the cops.
both of them came, (i also put all my dectective gear stuff in my pockets) and i just couldnt help but unleash my dectective p o w e r on my deaceased mom.
it made sense in my dream, not so much in real life.
anyway i examined some fingerprints (carrier forgor to put on gloves) and they..
-drum roll-
THYE BELONGED TO MY FRIENDNDNDNEE!!!!!!!!
DUN DUNN DUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNBBBBBHNN
no kidding i was both in shock in the dream and irl-
i called up my "friend" and said to him:
ME: "H-Hey Mark?"
MY FRIEND: "Yeah?"
ME: "You were the one that killed my mom. Did you have accomplices?"
MY FRIEND: "Hey, I didn't kill your mo-"
ME: "I tested the fingerprints and they led back to you."
MY FRIEND: "Uhm, it was probably a-"
ME: "An error? No, if it was, it wouldn't trace back to you MULTIPLE TIMES. NOW TELL ME. DID. YOU. HAVE. ACCOMPLICES?"
MY FRIEND: "YOUR DAD!"
and i couldnt remember anything else. haha, should i make this a book?