I was back at the house I grew up in, but there were a group of us, and most of the girls in this group were pregnant. For some reason, I was caught up in trying to solve a murder case where a serial killer would take these women, and brutally murder them. I told one of the girls to hide, to get away while she could for the sake of herself and her child. The killer turned on me, snatched me up and threw me in his car and placed a gun to my head and told me to drive.
I panicked, but drove to where he wanted me to. There was this place, which resembled a public bathroom. There were toilet stalls, sinks, and a big mirror. These women were chained to them, and they were crying. All of them were pregnant. The killer pushed me in there and told me to kill them. He gave me 30 minutes to get the job done. I managed to get the chains off these poor women. I told them to run, get out while they could. Not to let him find them.
I proceeded to try to get away next. I don't remember what happened after that, I think the phone rang and woke me up...
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