Millennium: A Lost Episode

I think Millennium got into my brainzors.

At first, I was walking with the ninja to a food pantry, where we could just take a bag and fill it with whatever we wished from the pantry for free, as long as we wrote down what we were taking. There was this blueberry bread that seemed like it would be good, so I got it, and the ninja and I walked home. It seemed to be where the library parking lot would be, and we had to go uphill rather steeply to get to our apartment. I remembered what used to be there but figured the food pantry wouldn’t last that long. It looked like a dimly lit wooden room, like an old general store of some kind.

Then it seemed like I was no longer with the ninja (maybe another dream?) but working to catch someone with Frank Black and Lara Means (Millennium characters). I figured I could have tossed one of my shirts in his laundry with a wire attached to pick up his conversations because we had the same uniform at work, but now he was working at the Casa Calabria in Marquette. I seemed to care for the killer quite a bit, but I still wanted him caught and stopped, as I was aware I was a likely next target since he seemed to like me. I sat at a table with Christina and Soozin while Frank and Lara pretended to be normal customers having dinner together. I seemed to have a wire on, and the killer, who was this tallish sort of young looking blond dude, touched my shoulder as he passed, as a sort of constant confirmation of his affection.

There was also a conversation with Lara—in the bathroom of the restaurant, where an angel appeared and she was surprised that I could sense it too, although I couldn’t see it the way she could.

I knew the killer had worked out a sexual ritual, and he cared about the girl he’d killed, who it seemed I found in her dorm room. He’d wait until he was going to orgasm and then he would kill her so that his mind could ride into the other side with her. I knew that this didn’t work last time because Leslie, the dead girl, was still in the room when I found her, filling the room with light, as she had been an angelic soul in a human body. He’d learned from this mistake and thought that he must get his sacrifice to orgasm as well so that she would be carried to a higher state of bliss at death, rather than knowing that she had just been killed and hang around the area.

I had volunteered to help catch him, and had set up my dorm room with cameras so that the Millennium people could keep an eye on everything and intervene at the right moment to catch the killer. However, I was also an angelic soul, which the killer seemed to be able to sense, but I could transmit a feeling of bliss with a touch and a bit of concentration. When the killer dude brought out the knife, I simply touched his heart and shared the joy and awareness of divinity I felt with him, and he let me take the knife away, just sitting there stunned in the enormity of this bliss. The Millennium people came in and took him, and then the scene shifted to a conversation with Frank in the room overlooking the interrogation room, behind the mirror. Frank wondered what I’d done, so I shared a bit of the feeling with him, but not too much to debilitate him in the way the killer still was.

I probably could have written it as an episode of Millennium, because it kind of played that way, or could have if my memories of finding the girl hadn’t come later in the dream.