Burns Night

 I was moving from Chicago to NYC. I was looking at apartments specifically ones where tenants had died and left all their possesions (I thought it may save me money). I viewed two. In both instances a cat jumped from the window to it’s death. I was starting to get paranoid when I went to another building. A man watched me go to the loo. So I went mental on him. It jumped 6 months. I was walking across a square. It had a fountain and a big pond. There were models showing off project runway designs. They had to stand in poses all day. Made me think that models deserve recognition really. I put helping them Market themselves better on my to do list. 

So anyway. When heading back to my apt. It was nightime. I overhead someone whispering about stabbing someone. Then realise it was two guys wanting to stab their girlfriends. I freaked out and hid in one of their flats to lend a helping hand if it got stabby. Naturally I uncovered that it was the plot of one of the guys sisters (incest was the motive) I caught her and the police turned up. I think I was a male detective by this point, and it went back in time to what I presume was the 50s. When I was lining up all the guilty parties in the street. A car headed straight for me. I lunged out of the way and the guy died. The sister then pulled out a miniature gun from her sock and I looked her square in the face and said “pull the trigger, I don’t want to live in a world where there’s people like you”. She did. It backfired and she got led away to prison. I woke up.