West Mesa Serial Killer Dream number 2

“Christina look at that photo.” I  pointed to the photo  on the internet. It was late at night,  3 am. It was  July 21, 2014. I laid down to sleep in my bedroom after being tired from working all week and had gone to a birthday party that later that day.

At 11pm I had tried to fall asleep. “Christina stop waking me up.” I yelled from my bedroom.  I could hear Oden outside in the back yard barking.  Slam , I could hear the back door slamming and Christina and Oden going in and out the back door.  “Oden stop winning.” I got up and saw Oden our German Sheppard tied to the front gutter of the house. I could hear the dog outside winning. “Christina stop taking the dog outside.” I yelled. I had just fallen asleep when the dog jolted me awake again.

I opened up my bedroom door and saw Christina leading Oden outside at 11:10 pm. I just gotten  back to sleep. Then about 15 minutes later I heard Oden my dog outside my front door Whining. “Whimper, Whimper.” I fell back asleep. I was jolted awake by the noise of a large crash outside my front door. Suddenly, Christina opened up the front door. And she had Oden our dog on a blue leash. ” Christina what was that noise outside our front door?” “Mom, just nothing.” She looked at me with blue eyes and straight brown hair. I then heard our cat Shadow outside crying for food. “Meow, Meow.” Shadow has a piercing cry that would grab anyone’s attention.

I opened up the white front door. I saw shadow my furry black cat sitting next to the blue recycle bins and next sitting below on the concrete, was a torn down front aluminum gutter. It had been completely torn from the top of the roof. “Christina did you tie Oden up to the front gutter.” “Christina looked at me sheepishly, no, mom I did not.” I stood in front of Christina with my arms folded in shock. ” Now I have another repair to add to the repair list.”

“Christina, you have a psychic mom, now do not lie to me.” Christina just looked at me and walked away. I did not pursue the mater any further. It was simply pointless, trying to argue with a 12-year-old.

Late at night. I got up and sat down at the computer. I could see Christina wanting to get on the computer. “now Christina you should be going to sleep at night. ” I knew that school started in one month. I knew Christina was a difficult child to control.

I started to look at the news and wondered what happened to some of the serial killers. I thought silently to myself,  why haven’t any of the killers been caught. Finally It was 2 am I got to the Mesa serial killer unsolved and read the news. ” Christina let mom concentrate on a picture it may help me dream about any events.”

I then left Christina at the computer at 2:30 am. I finally turned off the living room light. The room was dark now except the blue computer screen. But, finally, I got up. I could see Christina was glued to the computer screen. “Christina you really need to go to bed.” Christina sat at the computer singing a song on the internet.” I walked into Mykel room. It was a short distance.  I passed the stove and refrigerator. I then left the tiny kitchen to peer into Mykel’s room. Mykel was fast asleep with the air conditioner cranked on high, in his quaint room. Mykel’s long curly black hair was in his eyes. Mykel had a blanket on his body and Mykel’s long 6 foot 2 frame was almost too long for his bed. My son was fast asleep. I could hear the train horn sound several times outside my front door. The train sounded close, but it was really about 4 blocks from my home on 23rd ave. The echo of the train sounded. It’s roar of engine could be heard for miles. And the busy city lay silent at the 3am hour.

I quietly closed  Mykel’s bedroom door. I patted Oden asleep. My large Black Shepard lay asleep with tired sleepy eyes. I saw the dog steel black gate up by the living room. I pulled the gate aside and then put it back in place. The room was silent except Christina typing on the computer and the buzz of the living room air conditioner. I looked at the bedroom and silently walked to it. “Christina you need to go to bed.” Christina sat at the computer silently as I knew she would not listen to me.

I then lay silently on my bed in the bedroom and looked at the black round Elgin alarm clock. It was 3:30 am. It was Monday night. I lay in my bed with the fan blowing cool air on me. I prayed to Jesus to see things to come. I said the Lord’s prayer and then my last thoughts were about the Mesa 118th street killings wondering who did it. I lay asleep for several hours, and I started to dream.

I saw a dark-haired man white man.  he was neatly dressed in slacks and a polo shirt. This man was inside a hotel room. It was a hotel or two-story house. Outside there was a party. I could hear laughter and people walking in and out of the building . Men and women dressed in expensive clothes. There was a celebration outside.

It was late at night. I saw a beautiful blond teen girl.  Her hair was straight and long. She circled around this man flirting with this man. She was a  prostitute. She had on a white dress. This man talked to her calmly. This man was in his early 30s  and was smiling at the girl. He seemed very calm in nature. The man poured a drink for the girl and then him. The girl took the drink  and drank it casually and talked to this man. Then I saw the man put a powdery drug in her drink.

Then suddenly  the scene flashed to the blond teen girl. The girl had red blood spilled all over her white dress. Her hair and neck had  dried blood.  I could see she was dead. The man bent down and calmly put her in a grey body bag, and zipped it up. He lay the girl body bag on the floor.  He dressed her hair and prepared her like a mortician  I could see there also was another beautiful 20’s woman dead in another area of the room. She also was prepared like a mortician. He simply prepared her, cosmetically and dried the blood off. He finished and cleaned them up. This man stood calmly and drank a drink. It appeared like he had doe this before. He appeared to be a  someone with knowledge of forensics.

The dream flashed another image. All of a sudden, I saw about 7 more dead women, on the floor, and then I saw 10 spirits of other dead women he had murdered floating above him. As he was preparing the dead blond woman all the spirits of the murdered women appeared. The killer could not see them but I could see them as a spectator. I then woke up from the dream. I was startled I had slept for about 8 hours. I looked the clock and it was 11 am. I woke up and told the kids of the dream. The dream was so surreal it frightened me. I proceeded to carry on as normal and make the kids pancakes and bacon for mid morning breakfast.

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