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  • Briefly:
    I was on a road trip to another state (where I have a big event happening this year) with some friends and a guy I really like (but recently broke up with me).
    We drove over a river that was apparently famous for being the location where a serial killer murdered various women (he was in jail and this was a historic thing, think Ted Bundy). The people in my dream changed and it was no longer my friends and my guy, but my family and people from my home town.
    We were at the river which was like a tourist spot with a cabin. My dad found a woman there who had escaped the murderer and been living in the forest for decades. She was old but absolutely gorgeous. Make-up and hair fully done. We called the police and after an extended period of time I started to get really scared because they weren't showing up (I am not sure what I was scared of exactly. Bad people coming to kill us and take the woman or something. Even though I knew the murderer was in jail). I remember the number 22. It had been 22 minutes since we called 911 when I realized they weren't coming. I called the police on my cell and they said that no police would be available for weeks so we decided we had to get out of that place immediate and take the woman with us. We went inside the cabin to get organized to leave and I told my dad to guard the door. My mother, sister-in-law and I took care of the woman. I was also busy making sure that all the random people from my community that were there didn't leave. I felt genuine fear of my father standing at the front door on-gaurd. But I knew that he was going to stand there on guard and I couldn't change that. I asked him to please run inside for protection if anyone came and he agreed, but I knew he wouldn't.
    My dad was really excited to find her and thought it was the coolest thing while I was frightened to death by the situation. (In real life my dad is totally into finding old things, just not people. LOL! He'll find old coins or bottles and get excited in a similar way.)

    I also recall a part where I was grabbed a mirror and told the old woman to look at how beautiful she was. She said "no, no, no. I don't want to see myself" and my sister-in-law told me that she was scared of seeing what she looked like. Of course she hadn't seen herself since she was youthful.
    Soooo yeaaaah. Weird. Any interpretations?