I haven't remembered many dreams in the past 11 years, but I remember a four-part dream from when I was 12.

I had been living back at my house in the country, when I had a dream about a place my mother, sister, and I stayed at for a short while (parents seperated, eventually divorced).

Pt.I- I was in the upstairs hallway when I found out my little N.Y. Yankee doll had been murdered.

Pt. II- I had discovered that a huge-ball/crystal chandelier party was in my living room, as I made my way down the stairs, which had multiplied by the thousands.

Pt. III- I spotted the killer walking in the other direction when I looked out my living room window. He was walking through a swamp, which should've been a parking lot.

Pt. IV- I was strategically placed between the counter-top and the refrigerator, when I saw my Brother backing up and the killer pass right in front of me. My Brother is 9 years older than me, and was away at college at the time. Thank God I was there because I saved him, somehow.