i am a scientist/detective and i had a partner/assistant that didnt talk much. i was in control. i was doing some sort of test/experiment and the subject was like a twenty somethingish female. (no idea what the test was or the facts i was gathering.) i gatehr facts from her. follow her around everywhere she goes. ask her any question that pops into mind. she mustve gotten away from me, cause i remember running through a field. the grass was green i really remember the greean grass and the colors around me. i caught up with her and she was with some like boxy hisbanic dude all blinged out like, chico coulda been tatooed on his chest under his wifebeater.. but really nice coat. i feel like shes trying to get something past me that she thinks i would want to know about but she doesnt want me to know. (for the experiment i had to know everything going on with her for the duration). i was obsesive about it because i was aware that i had tested her before and because i hadnt been so anal the experiment failed. i had the same partner then. but in my dream, it felt like i had been remembering a time in an alternate reality or like different demension. my subject had been the same subject then, and the same in the memory of the alternate reality, but this time around she was not aware that she was being tested. when i caught up to her i probably said something like "where are you going?" and she wanted me to leave her alone and there was a sense of bickering between us. suddenly my silent assistant/partner pulls out.. a pistol and hes pointing it at chico and my subject squeals somethign like "what are you doing!" and i say it too, shocked. and he shoots chico in the stomache and we all just stand there, chico doubles over grabbing his beer belly, my subject is totally freaking out, i go what did you do that for?? and hes just standing there still holding the gun out. suddenly chico stands back up while pulling out this massive not of this earth gun with a terrible look on his face my assistant grabs me by the hand andwe start running as fast as we can and my assistant now seems like a completely different person than me. this guy is chasing us, as we run away, i hear my subject go 'OH my GOD...WHERE are you FROM?!" were running through a baseball park maybe, because i distinctly remember bleachers. i think it MIGHTVE been the baseball park i lived next to for about 6 mo, but i live by one now too. thats all. were running fast, then nothing. end
