I was in the backyard of my mom's house, the way it was when I was very young. I'm not quite sure what I was trying to do but I was digging or gardening in the southeast corner of it, and having the worst luck. the reason for this was that there was a bleeding, dying fawn in the corner, barely newborn. I kept trying to blank it out. someone pointed it out to me in a not-to-be denied way, and we decided to help it. we tried to get it in a sack to take it to the vet without hurting it further, but we probably did. it left a wet, slimy, bloody spot on the ground. my friend hoisted the sack over her shoulder.

then I was at a loading dock. I was talking to three people from a rival crime organization. they looked very violent and competent. vieled threats were exchanged, and then three others showed up, from a third organization. I noticed, while we were talking, blood from the fawn on the docks. we started discussing things, when suddenly they did something some strange movement like lifting their suits over their heads. and then the all three had special agent cops riding on their shoulders!

my vision switched for a little bit, to see the world through their eyes. everything looked like it was through a grainy orange filter. anyhow the cops were there to investigate some sort of killing that had gone on and didn't want to worry about the normal organized crimes, but this weird killing. while they were talking one of them noticed the blood and questioned it. I don't really remember my reply but basically they thought it was related. and it wasn't.

so what was this crime? my brain switched and I was in your typical cheezy diner setting, except the lighting wasn't as harsh, it was rather dark. ok cheezy LA diner. the SF ones are too well lit. and I was watching this woman put on her lipstick. I was with these three couples, who were not handsome - the three guys all had jowly, florid faces. they were all fairly poor, but they made do. we were just hanging out.

now I'm not quite sure what happened next, but basically the lipstick had some sort of toxin in it, and it managed to get into all three of them. there was some plot to spread it around the homeless people. these folks were part of it; they hated the homeless; but I guess they felt they were immune to the toxin. I'm not quite sure what it did but it appeared to affect the breathing membranes, causing them to bleed. so their faces all seemed to explode with blood, and the death was not all that swift.

I began to understand how this happened to them, becuase I was feeling really compelled to try the lipstick. but I recalled the focus I had on the woman applying it before she died, and well, then Karine woke me up and it was time for work.