Mexican Restaurant Dream

Last night I had the strangest, vivid imagery, X-files type dream. I want to write it out before it fades from memory. Starting out in the dream, my sis and I were living in rented town houses on the same block in a city. Our parents were coming to visit. I get up to go visit (my cat is also in the house), and find the stairs under a few inches of water. There's a foot of standing water on the first floor. My thought is, "Flooded again. Every time it rains." (I don't know why.) I start considering moving out. 

Anyway, other details of the dream are blurry, but I end up in a huge crowded Mexican restaurant. There's a long table full of acquantences and friends, mostly people I know from the internet. Beside me is a guy who is apparently my best friend (but who exists only in dreemspace, no real life analog -- in this dream, he looked like my OC Tristan, tall and lean, but sometimes appears short or my height). Sadly, the next incident faded already from my mind. It had to do with a crime or slight or insult. I think a man accused another of a murder or something. The police took the accused guy, questioned him, and released him. Meanwhile, the restaurant owner came and apologized for not taking our order in a timely manner and brought the table trays of appetizers -- shrimp and seafood, which I passed on because I don't eat it. He spoke to one of my vegetarian friends about something additional.

That's when creepy stuff started happening. The accused but released guy was working in the kitchen. He smirked at his accuser and went back to work. Shortly after, he turned up dead. I didn't see the body. By other horrified patrons, he was flattened as if by a steam roller. Two other deaths followed while other dream events played out (mostly me trying to decide on something to order from a massive menu that offered samples). The dead men hadn't been touched but one fell apparently strangled and another caught fire.

I eventually gave up on the menu. Someone mentioned a buffet, but I wasn't hungry. I wanted to leave to do laundry, and my dream-friend stayed by my side. In the crowd (it was like a night club crowd) as we were leaving, I noticed a dark expression on the face of the accuser from earlier. I knew he was the serial killer. He had been near the men who died. Another man in the crowd said something about a dog. Then a giant black dog brushed past me. I anticipated an attack, but the dog was calm and stood where he was. The man who made the remark turned pale and fell to the floor.

Then the man I somehow knew was the killer glared into the crowd and said something religious-y and full of crazy. 90% of the people fell to their knees. At first I thought it was a praise or submission but I realized by their faces that their bodies were not in their control. They were being forced down somehow. I asked my friend why we weren't affected. He didn't know. When I looked for the man again, he wasn't around. My friend and I left. Dream-friend was gone after I left the restaurant, so I walked to my flooded house alone to do my laundry.

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