Sarge_Maximus2

The dream was quite long so I'm going to summarize. Basically in the dream I was a murderer. I killed two people in the dream. The first was at a gas station and was simply out of rage for whatever reason. The second was in some house but was more calculated. After the murders, I was at the gas station with my mom who needed gas.
-For the whole dream, I was getting gas from the station but not paying for it, and I may have killed the first person because they were there to see that I had not paid for the gas.
See, in the dream I was afraid that I would be caught for stealing the gas, and when the cops came around, I thought they were on my trail for stealing the gas. Which I'll get to later. -
Anyhow, I was in the gas station with my mom who needed gas but couldn't afford a lot, So I paid for it myself because I could afford it because I was stealing it for myself. Then a taxi cab came by and I filled him up, but he didn't have a regular gas cap, his vehicle needed to be filled from the exhaust pipe.

So later me, my mom, and my middle brother were at some kind of restaurant/store and as we were looking at the menus, a man came over and asked me if he could see my suit-jacket. I didn't want to be rude but it was weird so I tried to figure out why he wanted to see it. I said "ummm, you want to see MY jacket?"
He's like "Yeah, can I see the jacket please?" I said" Woah" half laughing "THE jacket, what is it an ancient treasure or something?" "Just let me see it" he said.
I was getting angry at this point "What's so important about my suit, what you wanna buy it or what?" I forget what he said after that.
So I eventually gave him the jacket and as I brought it to him, he pulled out a file from his back pocket and as he did so, I noticed he was wearing a gun. I immediately thought he was the police, and figured the gas-stealing was what he was on to me about.
He gave me the file and said something like: "You left a finger print on the tie" and then he showed me the file, and circled one of a bunch of felonies but I couldn't make it out, then he left and I was there to ponder the paper.
I then went through the rest of the dream in anxiety that the cop was on to me about the gas, but in the back of my mind I felt it was actually about the murders. I went into panicked moods and eventually started trying to figure out what page the police were on in an effort to try and distract them from the truth, whatever that was. I don’t remember anything after that.