My Parents are Dead

I am at church with my grandmother who recently died. We are watching what is going on up front near the alter and then she is suddenly at the alter standing in line with a few other people. I wonder if I should go up to the front and stand with her.

Then church is over and I am outside near my car. It is dark outside. I decide to call my parents at their house using my cell phone. It rings a few times and then a female voice answers. She says, "this is Inspector . This must be Michael. Your parents have both been murdered. Please report here for questioning."

I do not know what to do or what to feel. I suspect that some of my own recent activities with the Sudanese have something to do with their death. I consider it to be my fault but decide against telling the inspector for now.

Then I am at my home/my parents home. My sister has not returned home yet. First I am alone and then some acquaintances appear in my kitchen, smoking pot and drinking. Then they are gone and I am with my sister. We are talking about funeral arrangements. I am overwhelmed because I have never organized this before. I have sudden respect for my mother for arranging things for my grandmother. I am also considering moving out of the house because my parents were murdered here and I don't feel safe.

Then someone knocks on the garage. I tell my sister to come out with me but to run if there is any sign of trouble. I open the garage. A man about my age is outside. At first he wants to just use my phone or something and when I tell him 'no' he tries to force his way inside. I lunge at him to try and take him down. I turn and see that my sister has already fled.