Had this dream as I slept in the car on my way to NYC…

I was in my studio, and it was really cold. The windows were all frosted up and I thought it was really weird. I checked the windows and it was really windy and kind of blowing through the cracks and whatnot. So I was going to pull the curtains over to block some of the draft. But as I undid them, they were all frosted up as well and bits of frostiness fell off. Odd, I thought.

Went back to talking with Sean and Nick. Sean was saying very sarcastically how he loves doing commercial work and how rewarding it is to please a client. Uh huh. I got a phone call then, and I looked at the ID and it said ‘Hello’ and some numbers. I thought it said ‘Holly’ and wondered why Holly would be contacting me. When I answered, a woman was on the other side acting a bit hysterical. She was sobbing and said, “I… was… following him. And… I hit him… Now… he’s dead!” and then there was nothing. I asked who it was, was she alright, where she was.. all that sort of stuff, but I got nothing back. I tried to think of what to do next