So bear with me:
I dreamt I was dreaming about a man who was dreaming, and in HIS dream, he was in bed with his wife and while they both slept someone came in and murdered her. He slept through the whole thing and awoke just in time to see the man who had just murdered his wife run out the door. He got up and gave chase but the guy was long gone. He didnt get a good look at his face and began to freak out, as he was also covered in blood but unhurt. The room was identical to my old bedroom at my moms house, and it was totally covered in blood. I woke up from HIS dream, only to find myself in my old bedroom at my moms house, and the room was completely covered in blood as well. The walls and ceiling and bed were sprayed with blood, but there was none on me. I was the only one in the house at the time, so I began to frantically call everyone and make sure they were ok. After I confirmed they were all alright, I set about cleaning the whole bedroom. I never found out who the blood belonged to and I really didn't want to.
And then I woke up. To no blood on my walls.
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