Sunday Morning

Dream was a weird version of Veronica Mars meets my life.
She was solving a Rape and murder. But she wasn't really, it was like I was on a holodeck and playing between her and someone else, because I was apparently already aware of some of the larger details of the case, the only thing I couldn't remember was the name. It was in my friend Malley's parent's house.

Except larger, and it swapped from about  single rape and murder to a weird cult holding the house party hostage. Cell phones were collected, except for mine which was my old iphone 3GS. I solved the murder, but knew I had to wait for the police to ride in to the rescue, which was some time away, so I volunteered to cooperate if they let me sit on a couch and watch TV, which they did. Then veronica mars dragged some other blond girl, cute enough I suppose. She was handcuffed, and bitching about it. I don't remember the specifics, but this girl was an ex (not a real ex) of mine. Claiming she had some something something... whatever. It's fading now, some big dude i nthe cult came down, worried about a wire tap in a lamp, since the light was out...

That's where I woke up. It was a weird and offputting dream