i parked my car outside school, where i usually park it. when i came out to look for my car, it was no longer there! during the few hours i was in class, the city had added diagonal parking spaces. i thought maybe i parked it in a wrong spot, so i ran up and down the street, but i couldn't find it. i called my older sister and told her my car got towed. she asked me what i was going to do. i was in tears by now. i looked at my watch and saw it was 3 p.m. i still had 6 hrs til my next class, so i told her i would have to find a ride to the towing yard and get my car back.

i called some number to find out which lot my car was at. they asked me for the make, model, and license number (which i don't know in real life, btw). when i told them, they told me someone was coming to get me and there was a problem with my car. i started freaking out, but he told me to stay where i was and someone would come get me shortly.

i waited, and sure enough, a helicopter came to pick me up. i was so confused. what's going on?? the guy in the helicopter said there was traces of contamination in my car and i couldn't get it back. he wouldn't tell me any more. soon another helicopter with the words "federal government" on the side came up alongside the copter i was in. there were two hollywood-type federal agents. they turned and started asking me questions about my car - like, when i had parked it, what i had been doing, etc. i answered all the questions. they seemed to be satisfied. when i asked what was going on, they said something about the contamination but did not elaborate. they continued to fly me somewhere.

when we landed, they finally told me the contamination was traces of a dead body. i was completely dumbstruck. they took me to my car, and it was shattered to bits. the windshield was smashed, the front of my car was bent and broken.. it was just a complete mess. they continued to spin this tale about what they thought had happened. i kept repeating over and over, "this doesn't even look like my car. are you sure it's mine?"

then one of the agents told me i was the only suspect. the other agent said i seem to be even more suspicious because i was showing signs of passive aggressiveness. i was like, "WHAT?!" i crumpled to the ground and stared to rock back and forth, dry heaving.

after some attempts to convince them otherwise, i gave up and i agreed to be a suspect because somehow i knew if i didn't agree, i wasn't going to be allowed to go home. i was still crying when the agents took me to the prosecutors (a girl and a guy). the guy looks at me and says something along the lines of, "what is this? she does not make a credible suspect!" and i'm just sitting there crying. i called haemie again to tell her that i was being charged for murder of a body they hadn't found. my sister was like, "what?! you don't even have a weapon!" and i told her "the car is the weapon."

all along, in my mind, i know something's not right b/c they can't charge me w/ this crap. i didn't do anything! i overhear the prosecutor guy is talking to the agents. he asks them what evidence they have, and the agent says, "she owns the car." and in my head i'm thinking, "that's not enough probable cause!"

the prosecutor comes over to talk to me. i'm still crying. he asks me if i'm really willing to be a suspect. i look at him, and ask, "i know this may not be an appropriate question.. i mean, i know someone died, and i feel awful asking this question, but but will this affect my career? i mean, as a professional in the future?" and the prosecutor looked straight at me and said, "that's a good girl. that's the kind of questions you should be asking!"

then i woke up.

i kept going back to sleep, cuz i wanted to see who killed who and what happens to me, but it never resolved. i just stopped dreaming. x( that sucks.