Amurehna

Moving
I'm in the process of moving. It's the house in Oklahoma I lived in with my mom. There are a lot of other people helping at the house, all dream characters, I don't know any of them. I'm walking with a woman and saying that we're almost finished getting everything into the truck.
"There's a startling amount of furniture though." I gesture to the antique chairs that are stacked seat, to seat. A loveseat and a couch. All antique looking with white cushions and a small black picture spaced every 4 inches of fabric. I leave her and walk the house, making sure we haven't forgotten anything.
Upstairs there's an attic closet, except in the dream there are two, side by side. I've dreamed it like this before. I open one door and see all the boxes inside, and all the junk mixed in. I open the other door and it's mostly junk without boxes. In the far corner of the room across from the attic closet are giant bags of groceries. There's at least 4 loaves of bread and some chips. I wonder how long the bags have been up here. The food looks fine but I know no one has been up to the second floor in months.
I head back downstairs and I start helping them pack more things. We get the last of the boxes and then the woman I walked with earlier says,
"Now it's just the furniture."
"OH! I'm so sorry." I interject, "There's the attic closet upstairs too. Most of it is boxed."
She looks a little annoyed.
I know I went back up into the junked out attic closet but I can't remember what I did there.

Murder
The same dream characters that helped me move are in this dream too. I'm helping a woman track down her father. The police think he murdered someone, but we are trying to prove that he didn't. We're in an empty bar. The woman (she's short and round, wearing her hair back in a little tail, wearing a blue t-shirt and a black jacket), returns from outside carrying a box with two stain pad tools in it (something I see at work). She's saying that her friend couldn't find her father's DNA on them even though the receipts say they are his.
"So that means..."
"That there was someone else here with him." We finish together. It makes perfect sense. "What do his phone records say?"
"He placed several calls to the Scarlet Pony the day he went missing." She replies.
I go and look out the window, wondering if it's the bar across the street. The sign is bright red and says something like "Red Play" or "Pli Red".
I leave to investigate a property he purchased recently.

There's a lapse. I'm walking on the curb where a parking lot meets the street. An annoying group of people cuts me off so they can walk beside the curb. They don't even bother to move when a car drives around the corner. I step into the parking lot to avoid them, and the group weaves back into the parking lot and stands by their car, laughing with each other about how pointless the detour to the curb was.
I'm too annoyed to admit that they did me a favor, I would never have been able to reach the house by following the curb. , there's a bridge connecting the parking lot to the house I've come to investigate. The structure is unpainted weathered wood with a single window. I see the women from earlier, along with another, standing at the door trying to decide if they should go in. I try to decide if I should bother avoiding them or just meet them inside. I walk to the edge and consider jumping across and going in through the back door but I'm not sure I can make the leap. Instead I cross the bridge and follow them inside.
The house is only two rooms, a living area and a bedroom. Under the window is a long work table littered with tools. There's a rocking chair with rotted out cushions, and then on the right hand wall are two book cases. One of them has an arched top. I realize that a girl I used to work with is standing next to me along with the DC from earlier. She has her red hair pulled back in a ponytail, and her blue eyes are wide as she leans forward to examine the titles.
"I want something REAL." She says.
I try to help her pick a book, but the only titles that stand out are fantasy. I don't remember them now, there was one about different fairytale creatures and one with a title that could have been real but I knew was fantasy. I point one out.
"That isn't REAL." She says scornfully. "None of this can HAPPEN."
I keep trying to help her find a book. We hear a noise from outside and I see the outside of the house. A dozen police officers have met in the parking lot and are going to storm the house, they think a murderer is here. We huddle down by the work table. We can hear them move to encircle the house.
Annie mutters, "What's taking them so long? Why aren't they in here yet?"
The other DC gets up and takes a quick peek out the window.
"Um...they're using goats to herd cats." She says.
Annie snaps at her, annoyed, "Why would the police care about herding cats?"
I decide I need to see this and I stand up, look outside. The officer in charge looks exactly like Robert Patrick the guy who played the villain terminator in Terminator 2. I'm really amused by that.
As I duck back down I say "Apparently herding cats is really important if you're a Terminator." I start laughing, the other two look at me like I'm crazy.
"Come on, we might be able to sneak out the back when they come in the front."

There's a short lapse. We're standing outside at the back of the house. It's a narrow grassy area. The grass is vividly green. I notice there's a drop off in the landscape, and I start to jump across but Annie grabs at my shirt, throwing me off balance.
"There's a hole there!"
I know she was just trying to help so I try not to be annoyed, I jump across the gap and pointedly think that I should be glad someone was looking out for me.
From there I can see a river and a concrete storm drain, and a thin spidery hand gripping the edge. The sight of it scares me. It very slowly releases its grip and disappears, I'm relieved that whatever it was didn't leap out and kill us. I follow the river, it hooks around to the front of the cliff where the house is perched.
I notice a deep birds nest in the grass with a clutch of bright turquoise eggs. I'm thinking they would make fantastic food for my companions when a man interrupts me. He's about 60, straight backed and tall. He's wearing all faded black, green and grey. Black pants, green vest, plaid shirt, with a worn black cap.
"What are you doing? Are you stupid? Don't touch those!"
I snatch my hand back but disturb a patch of grass. One of the blades lashes out and slashes an uneven mark in my throat, it's deeper on the ends than in the middle. I see a view of my throat and the cut, and my hand pressed over it. I scramble backwards and he regards me moodily.
"Well? What are you doing?"
"I didn't know this land belonged to anyone."
"Oh so you can just explore as you like. Serves you right for touchin' things that don't belong to you."
He gestures sharply and I know I have to follow him into the house. He whirls around to face like his conscience took hold and forced him to do it, he examines the cut. "Yer lucky. If it had been fully matured it'd be poison."

We go inside. There's an extra room now, a kitchen. He sets a pot on the burner and asks me terse questions while he makes tea. At some point he changes into a young woman. She looked a little like this , she's wearing all grey. Her hair is pulled back into a loose bun, when she looks at me I notice her eyes are pale pink rimmed in an angry blood red. I feel like it would be easy for this to become a nightmare. She seems to seethe for a moment, then she presses her lips together tightly and turns back to the tea.
"Did you take something from the field?"
It's about then that I realize I have something in my hand. "No." I lie.
"I can feel it on you, give it back!" She hisses. Suddenly she's the old man. I don't see the change happen. He towers over me and I hold out my hand. I have three tiny blue eggs in my hand. He swipes them from my palm. I wonder if I should tell him I have something in my other hand too. As he turns back to the stove he breaks the eggs into a pan.
"I thought we couldn't eat those."
"It's only fine if the keeper of the land prepares them for you. I have the secret." Now he's the woman again. I get a close up of her face, her eye color is odd, like there's a texture to the color. Hammered, or like a shell, seeming flaky. There's even a small fleck of pale turquoise above her pupil. They're very pretty.
The front door is now beside me, it stands open, I look outside and see Annie and the other DC beckoning to me.
"Go then." The pink eyed woman says sternly to me. I see another close up of her eyes. I start to leave and then I turn back.
"I just wanted to tell you, your eyes are such a pretty color."
She smiles a little.