Dream about the internet
Kinda…
Jim & I were in a house (our house? - it was big like that last house I’d dreamed of - many, many floors).
No one else was there. We were going up many flights of stairs. I think we were trying to prove to ourselves that it was safe for some reason (don’t remember what lead up to it…) As we were climbing, we heard a kind of crazy laugh, and, thinking the house was empty, we went running down the stairs. I was jumping the railing at every turn, to get out faster.
We went running out the door, across the street to a police station (or to safety of some kind) & it was like they were waiting for us, knew we were coming. We were standing there in their doorway, looking back to our doorway & it was a big glass foyer, like at a business. He was standing in the doorway & said (or, we said to each other) “It’s ‘forgive_me’ from the message board” (like, that was his screen name). And, we were trying to remember what board he was from, but remembered him posting about Soviet orphanages all of the time.
Don’t know what happened to him - did he run away? was he arrested?
But, we walked back over & looked in the stairs going down from the foyer & there was a little child & an adult, lying there at the top of the stairs. They were his victims. Don’t know if he meant to get us, instead of them. Don’t know who they were. I hope they weren’t dead 
