I'm a little late writing this so it's rather fuzzy on the details.
I was back in high school again ( or the University? ) and a classmate was murdered. What I remember the most was thinking that this time the culprit wasn't me. I don't particularly remember doing a lot of murdering in my dreams and it could be that it was a figment of my imagination during the dream.
I wasn't very concerned about the murderer himslef / herself and the police didn't bother much with me. My classmates were a little scared about the whole situation, though. Nevertheless, classes went on and I attended every one of them.
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