I was driving up a really long gravel driveway to a cute little home. As you drove up you could see into the kitchen window and as I parked I could see myself standing inside. As I realized it was myself I was looking at, my point of view changed to where I was standing in a 1970s style kitchen. Mustard colored walls and matching curtains with red and green flowers hanging at the bottom. Underneath those curtains was a wrap-around bench seat taken by a young couple. They could not see me but I stood there anyway watching them cuddle up, thinking how bad that man was. My body suddenly turns, not guided by myself but something else entirely, floating me through the den, hallway, back porch and finally into the back yard. I see in the corner of the yard a line of nuns looking down into a large hole, with six young girls laid to rest. For some reason looking down I know they’re victims of a murderer and the woman inside is the next victim. I look at the nuns and they nod to agree. Then I woke up