My Dream Murder Came True

After my daughter Jessica was pulled by her pigtails for the third time by a boy at kindergarten, the teacher once again chose to sweep it under the rug.

Angry and anxious, I directly taught Jessica:

Next time that Zack bullies you again, you have to learn to fight back!

Jessica nodded seriously, then fell into a deep sleep.

Before bed, I also decided to personally go to the kindergarten the next day to teach that boy a lesson.

But that very night, I had a nightmare.

In the dream, I pushed that boy off the 36th floor.

The sound of him hitting the ground was like a watermelon smashing on concrete.

Jolting awake from the nightmare, my phone lit up.

There were many messages in the parents' group chat.

I clicked it open, and the first message made my blood run cold:

"Zack jumped from the 36th floor. He's dead."

"Zack's mom Katie says it wasn't suicidesomeone pushed him."

"Did you guys hear the police sirens?"

When I saw this message, the image of myself pushing Zack Harper off the 36th floor involuntarily flashed through my mind.

But I knew very clearly that it was just an absurd dream.

How could it possibly happen in real life?

But the parents' group chat was already in chaos.

Bella's mom: [Are you guys joking?! It's midnight now, how could that child be pushed from the 36th floor?!]

Jordan's mom: [Who would joke about something like this! Katie and I live in the same complex, the police cars and ambulances all came...]

Then Jordan's mom posted a high-definition photo.

When I saw the image of Zack lying in a pool of blood, my heart suddenly stopped.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing!

In the image, Zack was wearing the same grass-green basketball uniform I'd seen in my dream.

Although in my dream I had pushed him, it was just a dream.

He had only pulled my Jessica's pigtailsI couldn't possibly kill him over something like that.

I told myself this was all just a coincidence.

The next day, I sent Jessica to kindergarten as usual.

Zack's seat was empty, but the other children didn't seem affected by what happened.

It seemed they didn't yet know that Zack had completely disappeared from this world.

Before leaving the kindergarten, Miss Foster stopped me:

"Nina, you said yesterday that you had something to discuss with me today. What was it about?"

I felt a bit awkward, since just yesterday I'd been planning to teach Zack a good lesson today.

But now that he was already dead, what could I possibly complain about?

So I could only explain:

"It's nothing now. I just wanted to ask about Zack..."

Miss Foster sighed:

"Katie came by this morning and took all of Zack's belongings home."

"She was extremely agitated, saying that if she finds the murderer, she'll definitely get revenge for her son!"

I felt inexplicably guilty:

"Why is she so certain someone else pushed him? Could it have been an accident where Zack fell by himself?"

"Why would a five-year-old child suddenly run to the rooftop! And the police detected the killer's fingerprints on Zack's clothesthey've preliminarily determined it was someone he knew."

The words "someone he knew" immediately put me at ease.

Although I'd met Zack, I wasn't familiar with his family.

I didn't even know which complex they lived in, which building, which unit.

Miss Foster continued:

"Even if it's someone he knew, it won't be easy to find. That child was so naughtybullying kids at kindergarten, bullying elderly neighbors at home. If he provoked someone petty, they really might have killed him."

Thinking about it, that made sense.

If he hadn't bullied my Jessica multiple times, I wouldn't have thought about going to the kindergarten to settle accounts with him.

And of course, I never would have had such an outrageous dream.

After confirming this matter had nothing to do with me, I brought Jessica home.

But as soon as we got home, the first thing she said was:

"Mommy, why did you push Zack off the building?"

Her words scared me pale:

"Jessica, whatwhat are you saying?"

Seeing her confused expression, I continued asking:

"Tell Mommy, why would you ask that?"

Jessica tilted her head, looking innocent:

"Mommy, you said it yourself last night when you were dreaming."

I crouched down and gripped her shoulders tightly:

"What Mommy says in her dreams, you can't take it seriously, and you can't tell anyone, understand?"

After she nodded seriously, she suddenly lowered her head with an extremely aggrieved look:

"Mommy, Zack didn't come to school today, and Lily said it was my fault."

"Now none of the kids in class want to play with me anymore..."

"That's too much!"

I immediately sent a message to Miss Foster.

She said she would definitely have Lily apologize to Jessica in front of the whole class tomorrow.

Looking at Jessica's dejected appearance, I encouraged her:

"Jessica, when you encounter something like this, you must speak up right away!"

"Whether she meant it or not, her behavior hurt you, so we must be brave and stand up for ourselves!"

Hearing my words, her eyes instantly lit up.

"Mommy, I'll remember."

At eight o'clock that night, after I put Jessica to sleep, I gradually fell asleep too.

I just didn't expect I would dream about Jessica's kindergarten classmateLily.

I had a deep impression of this little girl.

Because she was the tallest girl in the entire senior class.

Jessica had mentioned that she and Zack were good friends.

So when Zack didn't come to school today, she took all her anger out on Jessica.

In the dream, I was completely out of control. Under the pitch-black night, I quietly walked into Lily Sweet's room.

Then I threw her out the tenth-floor window.

"Ahh..."

I screamed in terror, jolting awake from the dream.

I had killed someone in a dream again!

The dream was so real, yet so bizarre!

Jessica beside me was also awakened by my scream:

"Mommy, are you okay..."

After taking a deep breath, I told Jessica I was fine, then quickly opened the parents' group chat on my phone.

Fortunately, there were no messages inside.

I must have been affected by Zack's incident, which is why I had this kind of dream.

But because of this dream, I couldn't fall back asleep that night.

I just stared at the parents' group chat on my phone, watching it until daybreak.

Thankfully, the thing I feared never happened.

But the next day when I took Jessica to kindergarten, I ran right into Lily's mother.

She was disheveled, standing at the kindergarten gate like a shrew, crying out:

"My daughter died last night! Someone threw her out the tenth-floor window!"

"First Zack, now my daughterthere's no such thing as coincidence. It must be someone from the kindergarten!"

Lily was dead too!

What on earth was going on!

I thought of that dream again.

If once was a coincidence, what about twice?

Why did I kill Zack and Lily in my dreams, and in reality they died the same way?

Faced with Lily's mother making a scene, Miss Foster was also helpless:

"I completely understand how you feel right now, but our kindergarten teachers have no reason to harm their own students, and the police have also ruled out our kindergarten as suspects."

A mother who had lost her child couldn't care about any of that.

She cried hysterically, looking viciously at everyone present:

"Even if it wasn't your kindergarten teachers, what about these parents? Have they been cleared of suspicion?"

Someone protested:

"This whole thing is too strange! The killer couldn't have entered your home silently and killed your daughter, right!"

"As long as they're human, they would leave some traces, right!"

"What about your home surveillance? The fingerprints on the locks, footprints on the floor, and fingerprints on the child's bodydon't any of these exist?"

His analysis was logical, but Lily's mother's expression went blank:

"There's only one faint fingerprint on the child's clothes. The police are still investigating..."

Two children had died in the same bizarre way.

No one knew the killer's motive.

Except for one fingerprint, the police had no other usable evidence.

This was like looking for a needle in a haystackwho knew how long it would take to find the killer.

However, the police learned from Miss Foster that these two children were good friends, so they preliminarily determined the killer was the same person.

After the day's events, I immediately checked my home surveillance when I got home.

Although I killed people in my dreams!

The surveillance showed that after I fell asleep, I never left the bedroom.

As long as I had this evidence, it could prove their deaths had nothing to do with me.

But in the afternoon, the teacher still called me to the school with one phone call.

The entire classroom was chaotic. Jessica was crying, while the other children kept cursing:

"Jessica Anderson's mom killed people!"

"Jessica Anderson's mom killed people!"

I pulled Jessica into my arms. After Miss Foster arrived, I finally learned what had happened.

She handed me a drawing:

"Nina, this was found in Jessica's backpack. I think you need to see this."

I tremblingly opened the drawing, and my anxious heart finally cracked.

Jessica had actually drawn my dream of killing Lily!

Whether it was the blue pajamas Lily wore before she died or that pink window, everything matched the dream.

As if she had witnessed it herself.

I was too shocked to speak.

I finally understood why the children were shouting "Jessica Anderson's mom killed people!"

But I really didn't kill anyone!

Miss Foster quickly comforted me:

"Nina, don't be nervous. I asked Jessica about it. She said this drawing was based on a dream."

Just as I was about to speak, Katie and Lily's mother burst in with the police:

"Officer, this is Jessica Anderson's mother. We suspect she's the one who killed our children!"

Because of that drawing, I was taken to the police station.

They didn't believe my explanation at all: "Stop making excuses! If it was really a dream, why do the blue pajamas and pink window in the drawing match my home exactly? We never made these details public."

This was indeed a doubt I couldn't clear up.

Killing in dreamsI couldn't understand it myself.

But I was certain that in reality, I hadn't killed anyone.

I provided my home surveillance and the complex's surveillance:

"On the two days your children were killed, I had solid alibis! Although your children bullied my Jessica, I'm not deranged enough to kill them over that!"

After the police verified my evidence, they finally released me.

After returning home, I didn't dare sleep at all.

I was afraid I would have that strange killing dream again.

But when I stayed up until 3 AM, my eyelids still closed uncontrollably.

I had another dream...

In the dream, I kidnapped all the children who had mocked Jessica during the day and locked them in an abandoned underground parking garage.

Their sobbing and crying viciously stimulated my heart, and I woke up because of it.

But then I discovered something even more terrifying

Jessica was gone.

My husband and I searched every room but couldn't find her.

She had vanished like she'd evaporated.

Just as my husband and I were about to go out looking for her, the police and a group of parents rushed into our home.

"Nina! Did you kidnap our children!"

"Nina, give us our children back!"

I instinctively defended myself: "It wasn't me! Jessica is missing too!"

As soon as I finished speaking, someone discovered a drawing by Jessica's bed.

"You still want to deny it? Your evil deeds have all been drawn by Jessica! You really did kidnap our children!"

Everyone surrounded me demanding an explanation.

Lily's mother rushed up and started hitting me:

"Stop making excuses! Lily only had a conflict with Jessica. Who else could it be but you!"

I was powerless to resist. That drawing seemed to seal my guilt completely.

To investigate the case, the police still took me to the station.

I said it was just a dream, but they didn't believe me.

They forced me to reveal where the children were being held, but how would I know?

When I appeared in the dream, I was already in that abandoned underground parking garage.

Although the police didn't believe my "dream theory," they still patiently guided me:

"Right now, this concerns the lives of over a dozen children, possibly including Jessica. Our only lead is you and that so-called dream. Think carefully againdid that underground parking garage have any distinctive features?"

I closed my eyes and recalled that bizarre dream once more.

Five minutes later, I opened my eyes wide:

"I saw writing on the underground parking garage... it said Riverside... it's Riverside Complex."

After I provided this lead, the police immediately dispatched people to Riverside Complex.

After thirty minutes of searching, we finally found the 15 missing children in a storage room.

I wanted to rush over and hug Jessica, but she retreated in fear:

"Mommy... don't come near me. I'm scared."

Then the other children burst into tears the moment they saw me:

"Bad person, go away! Bad person, go away..."

Lily's mother rushed over and slapped me:

"The children all say you're the one who kidnapped them. What else do you have to say! Why did you kill Lily... give me back my daughter's life..."

My eyes were full of tears. I could only weakly explain over and over:

"I really didn't hurt your children. It was just a dream. I really don't know what's going on..."

Katie threw an identification report in my face:

"The fingerprint report from Zack's body is out. It matches your fingerprints exactly! You're the killer who murdered them!"

Looking at that report stamped with a red seal, my heart sank to the bottom.

The police had already handcuffed my wrists.

But the next second, I spotted critical information on the identification report:

"Officer! I'm not the killer. I already know who the real killer is!"