A golden transparent-looking substance that looks to be alcohol-related is about to be inserted into the skin intravenously. The transparent gold-looking colored substance hits the sunlight that creates a luminousness glow through the half of the room as Jennifer looks away from the reflection of the shine of the sun beaming down on the intravenous tub that hangs off a sterol metal instrument that is nearby. The intravenous needle pricks her semi-soft skin as she flinches a bit as well as her looking away from the inserted of the needle into the skin. Jennifer suddenly felt the impact of this powerful-like liquid narcotics influence at almost after the exact moment the needle went into the right arm. She then feels an overwhelming sense of peace and openness as her body becomes oppressively numb. Jennifer had felt like she still had basic control of the moving of her body although she was not move afterall in this sterol white room. She then notices that she could not at all move around. This is where Jennifer starts to feel the oppression of the surrounding hollow mechanically-suited environment. All of a sudden everything (in her vision) has morph into a simulation-like 3-D environment right before her very eyes. She has entered, now, into UR [Ultra-Reality] -- an heighten sense of reality with surrealism-made 3-D applications is an all-new state of consciousness (a state of mind), of which is a theoretical possibility. She (Jennifer White) walked down a long dim-lit corridor, noticing the several drops of blood on the white-and-black checkered floor: She pays no attention, for it is immensely unimportant to the surrounding begone environment. A chill breeze swift the hallway as a couple of ceiling lights dangle back and forth as we can hear an unidentified source of noise that emulates in 3-D. She takes out her handgun from the holster about her left leg and pulls it up toward the overwhelming darkness that is more than a few meters in front of Jennifer. The imagery of this particular area is like a long gallery of grotesque photography of animal-looking human beings that have been badly mutilated beyond identification of any type. Jennifer is starting to show panic as she can feel her murmur heart beating very fast and hard. We can see she is mildly shaking by the nervous-looking shake of fright. She sees something (or some things) in the static-looking blackness of the dark, a-something morbid and uncanny. She decides by instinct to catwalk her way through the corridor seemingly slow walking and slightly kneeling. The tone of the afternoon had shifted dramatically from a casual pace to a frantic scramble for backup and more information about the family. There were two crime scenes now, and that meant double the resources. A team of about two dozen experts from the Bellevue Police Department, the ME's Office, the State Patrol Crime Lab, and the city's survey department has gathered at the home to begin the tedious work of tracking evidence and piecing together the crime scenes. He offered two different scenarios on what could have happened: Julia's head was either lifted and pounded repeatedly on the floor, or her head was on the floor and the attacker kicked or stomped it. I have been dreaming ever since childhood. I used to have nightmares where I would be in the backyard at night... and I would be alone in the dream... something would happen where something would come down from the sky... a "monster" of some sort. It was called Mr. Moon. I don't know if I or that "monster" can up with the name. I think it was one of my aunts who coined the name for me as I recall just a second ago. Over the many years as a child I used to have these terrible nightmares of him. He used to come to me in my dreams and turn my dreams into nightmares right before my eyes so to speak. Sometimes when Mr. Moon would do this, I would hear this 3-D music that sounded as very alien to me. I don't know how to be more specific about my nightmares. Most dreams or nightmares would happen mostly at night but it could and did happen in the daytime as well. Before Mr. Moon appeared... it was a deisal tire that would come after me in my dreams. It would haunt me at night as the tire stalks me down as I try to hide. There was no hiding from it. It would always finds me no matter where I was in my dreams, my nightmares.