There was a dude who had been convicted of killing many people, and he was handcuffed to this row of chairs in a room after his trial, waiting to be transported to the prison. The lawyers and police people were across the room discussing the dangers outside and how they had to wait for some situation outside to be resolved. It seemed like a stake-out or something, really, because people could leave, but they couldn’t all go, and they certainly couldn’t go to take this convict to prison.
The killer was being played by John C. McGuinley (Intensity, Scrubs). I was actually a person in this dream, and she was in her late thirties, with short, curled hair, but her personality was a part of myself only I would recognize. She sat next to him—well, one chair away from him, and leaned closer to him saying “How’s it going?”
He looked over and smiled, and asked if I needed a napkin. Then he handed me one—not that it mattered, because no one was paying attention to us—and I read the message he’d written. They were instructions to notify him if Asian food was being ordered. Somehow I understood that he was going to drug the food with some kind of poison, that when it started to take effect would have symptoms of MSG. It would actually kill them about a half hour after the MSG-symptoms began. The confusion would buy enough time, and when everyone was dead, we could get him out of there.
The next scene was in a car, the camera focused on the killer, who was driving, and his hair was a bit longer and weirdly curled. He was wearing sunglasses and laughing, and I understood that the character that I had been playing had also been killed. “I” was just a camera. There was a woman in the car, and she was giggling stupidly, and the watcher knew she was going to eventually be murdered too.
There was a cut to another scene, where there was a detective who was going to take a plane to the city where the killer was running loose. I’m not sure who the detective was, but I woke up there anyway.
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