It's 5:26 a.m. as I begin to write.
I haven't recorded my dreams lately. This dream is peculiar.
I dreamt about being given or finding a stack of files. It seems like a coldcase file...the files contained plenty of photographs. I'm looking through these files with a friendly heavyset blackwoman. Prior to meeting the woman, I was in a car with "someone" who was upset at me for something while I was going through the files.
The woman seem to encourage me to tell her something about the files. I told her about the people in the photographs--how they lived until their death and how they died.
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