A prostitute was killed by some construction workers.
A maintenance (security) man saw them around the closet where she had lived. They were trying to cover up the doorway of the closet with some wood.
The maintenance (security) man was upset because he loved the prostitute, but the construction workers blackmailed him somehow into not telling anybody about what had happened.
The man did not tell anybody even after he was accused of the crime.
A policewoman fell in love with the maintenance (security) man. She began to do things that the man would have done if he were free to do them.
There was a prison break but all the prisoners who had participated were captured because someone had called the police from his cell in the prison.
One of the prisoners, a big blonde man (looked like a construction worker) wearing a gray t-shirt with holes in it, had just received a blood transfusion. He believed that the thin blonde man who had given him blood had been the one to tell on them. He threatened the thin blonde man.
The policewoman who was taking the prisoners back to their cells saw the maintenance (security) man still in his cell holding the phone.
Later the policewoman's friends commented that she was not herself and that she was paying too much attention to the maintenance (security) man. She said, "I don't think he did it." The policewoman and her friends went to a social gathering, not quite a party. The people there had entered a discussion about the crime that the maintenance (security) man had been convicted of. Supposedly he had flambéed a dog to death.
The people at the gathering couldn't believe that he hadn't gotten the death penalty (electric chair). The prosecutors had tried many times but the jury would not give the man the death penalty.
I was there at the discussion. I said, "In order to truly know what went on, you have to be near the man and the dog."
But nobody heard me and I didn't want to interrupt their talking.
The policewoman had heard me and she encouraged me to say my piece, but I didn't want to.
Finally I spoke up and said, "In order to find out what truly happened you have to be near the man and the dog. You have to know their spirit and feel them to know what really happened and if he did it. You have to feel the dog."
Everybody stopped talking and looked at me with a collective breath. I felt uncomfortable and indicated that I wasn't going to say anymore so they lost interest and began talking about other things.
I felt that what I had said was intelligent. Later a man was talking to me. He said, "Hey, later, do you think you might want to come to a bar-b-que with me?" I thought that I would go with him.
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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