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MeGustaTheGuitar (2:51:47 AM): it started out with me in a warehouse holding a knife surrounded by three bodies MeGustaTheGuitar (2:52:02 AM): it was given that i had murdered them, that it was intentional, and they were ucsc students MeGustaTheGuitar (2:52:36 AM): dana was pacing in the background looking really distraught, and i was trying to figure out how we'd dispose of the bodies MeGustaTheGuitar (2:53:04 AM): at that point, my dad walks in holding a giant bag and at that point i realized that the warehouse was storage for manacins MeGustaTheGuitar (2:53:43 AM): *manequins MeGustaTheGuitar (2:54:17 AM): he stuffs three manequins into the back, the three bodies on top of them, more manequins on top of that, ties the bag up, carries it outside and throws it into the garbage disposal MeGustaTheGuitar (2:55:02 AM): he makes a call and a few minutes later a black garbage truck pulls up, a skeezy mexican guy walks out grabs the bag and throws it into his truck and drives off MeGustaTheGuitar (2:55:45 AM): after that we get into a van, but it was quirky. three people had to drive it, one was in charge of the gas and barkes, one steered but had to be blindfolded, while i directed MeGustaTheGuitar (2:56:12 AM): we got back to campus and got back. the next "scene" was me sitting on an open window sill smoking when alex walks and and tells me the police are here to question "us" MeGustaTheGuitar (2:56:34 AM): i get out and there is a group of kids sitting outside in a circle, a cop sitting on a bench with a notepad in his hand MeGustaTheGuitar (2:57:25 AM): in my dream i remember thinking that i had always presumed i would pass with flying colors in a situation like that, but had realized at that moment that i was much too naive, inexperienced and moral to be in the situation i was MeGustaTheGuitar (2:57:44 AM): so i looked over to alex and said, "what am i supposed to say?" and she said, "just tell the truth, you have nothing to hide." MeGustaTheGuitar (2:58:46 AM): so the cop asked a girl to his left where she was on so and so day, and she said "i was studying, it's not like i killed anybody," and the cop said, "i didn't say anything about murder." at that point i thought, if she, who is completely innocent, is being scrutinized, what am i going to do, who is actually guilty MeGustaTheGuitar (2:59:31 AM): when the cop gets to me, i realize what would algorithmically make sense to say, just the proper choice and placement of words, but i knew that the tone of my voice wouldn't be believeable, so i take out my cellphone and text my answers to the cop MeGustaTheGuitar (2:59:44 AM): he says, "this is a completely reasonable response, but something is very fishy." MeGustaTheGuitar (3:00:42 AM): the next scene was dana and me in a post office, he was telling me how he couldn't handle the pressure anymore, how he couldn't believe he had done this, and he said he was willing to fess up to the crime and take the all the blame, but i told him to hold out because we were getting so close MeGustaTheGuitar (3:01:40 AM): one of my friends walked in at that point and said, "naveed, the cops are here, they definitely want to talk to you, and they want to talk to dana as well." i asked her why they "definitely" wanted to talk to me and she said everybody knew i wasn't acting normally MeGustaTheGuitar (3:02:35 AM): so we went back and talked to the cop, and i don't recall exactly what we said, but it ended with the cop saying this: "i can't find a reason to prosecute you two, but if you were involved in the events leading up to the disappearance of those three men, i hope the burden on your soul carries you down to the depths of hell." MeGustaTheGuitar (3:02:53 AM): after that he puts us in the back of his cop car and tells us he has one last place to take us MeGustaTheGuitar (3:03:37 AM): he takes us on a long, windy road to a given location, i got out of the car and realized that it was a giant dump with bleachers built around the rim of a portion of it MeGustaTheGuitar (3:04:42 AM): we went and sat down and i saw an armada of convicts digging through the trash with their bare hands, i mean possibly a thousand convicts in blue jump suits essentially on their knees just digging through the trash andd in the background giant crains disheveling the trash so the trash on the bottom comes to the top, all in search for the "three sad souls," as the cop told dme while we were sitting MeGustaTheGuitar (3:06:19 AM): it ended with a shot of a monitor, it was a facebook group that was a memorial for the three kids, as well as a forum to keep people updated and for people to pose RIPs, and possibly information about their whereabouts, and the "camera" panned down, past their pictures, past the excavation site that the search was taking place in, to a picture of the people who had joined the group, and it just stopped on my face MeGustaTheGuitar (3:06:22 AM): and the dream ended
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