So I am at my aunt's house in choctaw, that I haven't been to since my childhood, only it isn't her house now, it is either Matthew's or Ray's house (I am pretty sure it is Ray's).
Anyway, there is a party going on, with out many people there at all, (maybe a coule of girls from the TNGC*). So, while I am at this party, I get a telephone call from a stranger telling me that he was a friend of "(insert name of a client that I just can't bring to mind right this sec)" and this friend had told him that he had paid to stay the night at my house, like a boarding house style deal, and that he was in my house (which was across the field from my aunt's) and he was going to stay there like his friend had. Oooooookay.
It gets a little fuzzy here, but I think some time had passed because it was dark and there are alot more people there, when this guy calls again. Only this time he is calling from a payphone and telling me that he had taken a gun from my house and that he had killed his ex-wife and her body is with him. I am trying to get where he is (14th and May), and what he had taken (the gun from the nightstand in the master bedroom that he had been riiling through for money) and what he had done (broken into his ex-wife's house and shot her and took her with him). I was writing all of this down in pencil on a notepad. I stretched the phone cord out the door and around the corner of the house with my cell phone that Kelli had given me to use to call the police. While I was heading outside the house, listening to 911 inform me that they had already gotten a report on this guy I had on the phone, another guy of Arabian decent was coming in the house through this back door. I saw him start to pull a gun out of his waistband out of the corner of my eye, just as I stepped out the door. I, and through the phone, 911, hear two gunshots. 911 immediately dispatches police to my house with sirens blaring, which scares the gunman and he runs out the back door towards the front of the house. Inside the house, I can hear my friend Helen, crying and screaming because the man that he shot in the kitchen was dead. For some assinine reason, my unarmed ass is chasing him - I guess to head him towards the cops who have pulled up at the end of the road to the house.
While I am running around to the front of the house, I see that my house, that I hadn't been able to see because of a barn blocking it from view, is on fire (the guy that had been in my house had stolen the gun and started the fire when he left the house). So I am now shouting "Call 911! Call 911!", with them on my cell phone and chasing an armed gunman.
And this is where I wake up. WTF??
Yeah, I don't have a clue what any of it means either, except for the fact that I can't get back to sleep now. Fuck.
*Notable exclusions from this dream are Tammee, Beau, and Natey.