Guilty Accomplice

Few days ago - I ate some cereal right before taking a nap. Bad idea. Caused me to have a bad nightmare.

I dreamed I was hanging out with my cousin E - I knew something was going on, but not exactly sure what was off. We ran into some police/FBI that started investigating us, saying that someone had been murdered. They seemed friendly, and just wanted to ask questions to anyone in the area. Later on, I started getting flashbacks of a dead body. Images of my cousin dragging this bloody body wrapped up in a brown rug. Was I there? How did I know? I was there. I panicked. He shot the person. A few days later I got interviewed again, only this time the police weren't so friendly. I was thinking to myself, "Oh my God... I'm guilty as an accomplice because I knew about the murder but didn't say anything..." I started planning in my head - that I needed to run away. I was going to buy a one way ticket to the Philippines. Police started talking to my mom and aunts, asking us if they knew where I was at the time of the murder. I couldn't remember where I was during the murder - I couldn't think of an excuse. Was I really there? Then I was a fly in some house, just watching people. House with a white kitchen, there was a mother baking something in the oven. Had her baby in one arm. The police were asking her if they could look in her backyard. Then I remembered... this is where my cousin killed that person. There was a sliding door in the kitchen area that led to the backyard. All dirt. The police were pouring mounds of white powder onto the dirt - and it started soaking up all the blood that was in the dirt...