This morning, I dreamt that I was a homicide detective working in a wealthy, California town that sat near the ocean. The dream’s a bit hazy but I know that a murder had occurred in a mansion and I went to the beach to search for a witness who had disappeared. While I was at the beach, I ended talking to handsome young lifeguard. He was apparently one of my sources and he told me that he hadn’t seen who I was looking for. When I said that I had to find the suspect, the lifeguard said, “Why does it really matter?”
Weird dream.
Lisa Marie's Dream Journal 