  I had the weirdest dream last night. It was supposed to be a nightmare I think, but it was a shitty one so I guess you couldn't call it that. It played like a movie, as my dreams usually do. Maybe you could call this one a thriller? Most of the stuff in it was psychological weirdness. Anyway, this is how it went: I'm walking through this suburban area at about 11pm when I see this ton of police cars and black sedans drive by and park within view of a particular house just at the junction of a T-shaped intersection. Walking closer (pretending there's nothing weird going on because I want to see what the deal is with that house), I get this bizarre vibe to get away fast. I dunno what's going on in the house, but the basement light is on and outside in the garden is a 4-foot circle of badly disguised blood and guts (probably a dismembered body) buried there. It looks fresh. In any case, I freak out and start walking away quickly, hoping nobody notices me. Of course, they do, but ignore me for the moment and before I get a chance to get away I hear people talking in the house. I can't understand it because it's some sort of pig-latin code, presumably because they know there's a van with sound-radar equipment driving around and they don't want to give themselves away any further. Then the dream jumps to this alternate reality where I'm dicovering the house again (same time of night) but it's because the black sedans are following me and I'm trying to get away.
Same thing happens: I hear some people talking and see the poorly-disguised grave. I get away quickly. There are a bunch of people around in a school playground nearby - I guess it's some sort of party. They have sparklers and there are children playing. I manage to hide from the people chasing me, then I go home. When I get home there's a bunch of weird shit going down and my family is confused because the telephone and the power have been shut off (my fault?).
I go to bed but I'm bothered by what I saw that evening so I stay up all night. My family can't sleep either because they're creeped out. The dream changes realities once again and I find myself passing the house, same deal as before, but as I walk towards it I see two guys about my age sneaking past the cars. One of them is a guy I know pretty well (in the dream only because I don't actually know any such person) I hear them talking a bit about how they're sure they're gonna be found out, so they begin acting like they were returning from a bar and are extremely drunk.
Perhaps it would be an alibi if they were caught, they say. Anyhow the cops watch them go into the house and don't do anything. The following day I am contacted by the police. I don't give them any good info so they leave me alone. I call the guy I know and ask what's going on. He comes in a van with his friends to pick me up and drives me to the house. Inside it's just a normal house, and the 6 other people are nice to me. They don't explain at all what's going on but we become friends and I hang out there all day and into the night, when shit starts to go down. The FBI and some cops force their way into the house and kill 2 of the guys. The others manage to kill the cops and agents and we pass out because we're tired.
I end up on the floor near the dining table so I can hide if I need to...When I wake up I discover I've been sleeping between the dead guy on the floor and the dead guy on the table and I have a shitload of blood on me. For some reason I'm not overly grossed out. We all get out of the house and begin driving around in this big van, but the cops pull us over and start doing un-cop-like things to us.
The other girl of the group and I get to watch the other 3 guys get tortured and this is where it gets gory. One of the guys is taken out of the van and we don't hear anything from him until we see his body, naked and with the torso and head wrapped in plastic-wrap (I guess they suffocated him in 2 ways by constricting his ribcage and covering his head with it), get thrown into the busy street, and cars just run over him like they don't see him. The other girl flips out (I guess he's her boyfriend) and to upset her further one of the cops wipes the corpse with her hand (yes it's a woman cop) and licks off the gore.
While we were focussed on the guy in the street they harnessed the other guys to the rear foldout seat of the van and we drive away. The rear doors have to be slightly ajar to accomodate their legs and feet. By accident, because of poor driving, the back seat gets bumped out of its locked position and throws the guys out the back of the van, where (you guessed it) they get hit numerous times by cars.
The head agents get angry with the driver and we have to go back for them because they're still alive. We go back and have to deal with their broken bodies which look incredibly gross. For some reason they let me go and I go back to the house. I find another person there who sort of explains but nothing interesting comes of it. The I wake up. Yeah it was kind of a boring dream. Sorry 'bout that :) Anyway, I break my fast today. More on that tomorrow. 
