The Dreams Are Back In Town

I dreamt that I was living with several people in a huge house, for what reason I don't know. There were famous people and people my age, mostly real. I went to take a shower, turned the water on and opened the curtain only to find one of my roommates dismembered in the shower. I started to scream, but no one could hear me over the sound of the shower so I went to the sitting room and found the only other resident who was there (and alive) and said "Mr. Sheen, Mr. Sheen! There's a dead body in my shower!" He didn't believe me at first, but finally I convinced him to at least go look. He came back and I asked him what to do. I offered to call the police but he said no, I should absolutely not do that. I disagreed, but he was adamant. After a while the rest of our household came home except another of my roommates. They were all trying to find clues and move the body but I kept saying we should call the police but everyone said no. Meanwhile I started to get mysterious texts from the girl who wasn't home. The first was sort of threatening, the second instructed me to call a number and listen to a voicemail which I refused to do. Finally, there was an inquest in our mansion and a sassy black lady judge arrived. Then I was called to witness. My Mom showed up and I told her about the texts and she made me go up in front of the judge again and I showed her, and she listened to the voicemail and then got all serious but still nobody knew what it said except for her. There really wasn't much information, everyone sort of assumed it was the missing girl but nobody knew why. (Prepare yourself, I have no solution.) After the unsatisfying inquest, all of our mansion-mates were sitting around discussing it and all I remember before I woke up was talking to "Mr. Firth."

I've had a few mini-dreams including: losing weight, getting money and one where Chandler secretly had a facebook but didn't tell anyone because he didn't want to be friends with Joseph and me.