Last night I dreamt that I was chased by the police again. I was in a classroom with windows all over. Suddenly two individuals with machine guns appear at the open windows and start firing at the students. Two students were killed and for some bizarre reason I, and two other girls, were considered suspects, even though we were also in the classroom. I remember I run away and avoided returning to my house. I remember it was dark and I was running on a beach with rocks somewhere trying to find a place to sleep for the night. It was cold and two friends were trying to console me. The police had issued a search warrant. The other two girls were already arrested in order to testify. The next day I returned home and I was watching TV waiting for my arrest, when the police come at the house to drop off one of the other girls. I remember the policeman asking, “I don’t suppose she’s in the house hiding” and I answered “Yes, I am here waiting”. I was asked why I had run away and I remember answering that I was not ready to spend a night in jail; that I was in shock and I wanted to spend time alone and collect my thoughts. I was given time to pack some things. I remember opening a white locker type of closet and trying to find some clothes. I was so confused I could not find what I was looking for. I was then taken to the police station where I was questioned about that day. I was asked what I remembered. Only in flashback did I dream of what had happened. I remembered me rushing out of the classroom while bullets where flying over my head and running down a corridor, my knees loose from fear, grabbing myself from a chair to reduce my speed and then collapsing on the floor crying so hard I could hear my crying in my sleep. I was asked if I remembered the faces of the killers and it turned out I remembered so clear. These two guys were part of some sort of group, of which I was a member too. I was shown photos of other suspects, members of that group, and I was shown a video from an informal meeting and I saw me there. That’s why I was a suspect; because I was a member of that group. Those two guys, however, were not the leaders, and I remember thinking they were so innocent that they could never have killed anyone. Yet it was them. I remember being led through corridors, handcuffed, people watching me, me feeling so important in my innocence, for I was innocent, so tired, so shocked, but so relieved that I was alive. It felt as If nothing could ever be the same again and that some veil of sadness would forever cover my face.
