When I have a dream right before I wake up it tends to be very vivid and I can describe it extremely well.

This happened to me again early this morning. I have no idea what time it was when I was having this dream but it was vivid enough for me to remember details about it hours later -- so I jotted it down.

A friend of mine and I were neighbors at a summer house on a lake. I am not sure if we were our current age or what, because I never saw either of our spouses around.

One night I went over to hang out and saw three older guys who looked like white trash truckers at her place sitting on her couch as she was talking to them like old friends catching up. She wasn't wearing any shoes. (Pay attention, that plays into the story).

I asked who those guys were, wondering if it was smart for her to be
alone with three strangers, and she gave me some sly remark and one of the
older truckers said to mind my own business. They clearly did not want me there!

So I kinda left but hid where none of them could see me and from where I could keep an eye on the situation. I saw all four of them go out to the big-rig truck and laugh a bit then come back inside the parlor to chat more on the couch which was on the front porch. I thought it was very strange. The entire time she wasn't wearing any shoes.

I snuck over to my house and tried to watch from the windows then somehow found out that they were going into town, so I tailed the group. She was driving a pickup with all 3 truckers in the cab.

In town I was tailing the group because something didn't seem right and I ran into
a cop who was a friend and I told him the story up until now. He took me to this place near the docks and showed me rows and rows of pickup trucks that looked empty. However, he told me that they had reports of three greasy truckers who would lure young women who drove pickups here to the docks, park "as if to talk" and then decapitate them while sitting in the drivers seat and leave their bodies there. As I looked closer I could see it was true, rows and rows of headless female bodies in pickup truck driver seats.

Then we heard the engine of my friend's pickup truck and hid right behind where they parked and started throwing rocks at the pickup and shining flashlights at the windshield. The truckers recognized me and everyone got out of the truck. They were clearly agitated at me for ruining their plan. About this time my female friend said some code words into a digital recorder pen which brought the cops and helicopters in a flash. The truckers scrambled and while two got caught, the one who seemed to be the leader was able to escape.

Later on, I was searching for the leader by myself and found myself in an alley when he came up behind me and called me by name. I turned around and noticed that he had a butchers' axe ready to throw at me. As he wound up and threw it towards me I had come to an intersection in the alley and quickly side-stepped to my right so as to
miss being hit by the axe. I picked it up, called for the police on my cell and had him arrested.

After sorting out all the mess, I was told that this gang of truckers had been going around killing young women and that they had found all of their victims in the lakehouses during the summer. They especially were targeting women who were not wearing any shoes!

MORAL: If you ever go to a lakehouse in the summer... wear shoes.

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