We were a team of cops meeting in another childhood town I lived in from somewhere between the ages of 1-3yrs old. The team consisted of past co-workers, current co-workers and other individuals I have no knowledge of knowing in my waking life.
We were divided - I got called by one group advising their plans and they wished the other half join them - but the other half was not interested in doing much with that group. One was a very fem guy - he was dark skinned and was featured in my dream in a movie style format - though I was not in the scene, I was still having a conversation with him. He was driving an old Cadillac type car - you know the ones that were abnormally long for some reason.. talking about how he wasn't going to drive to visit some relatives or something and how it's eating up his weekend time. He was driving down a dirt road and I remember his frail arm and hand were steering while the other either lay in his lap or moved to his face in an anxious gesture.
Then later I arrived at another location and when I walked in the door one of the uniformed members of the team was on one knee at the coffee table crying. Trent had died and everyone in this room was crushed about it. I helped this fellow to his feet and hugged him... and oddly Trent walked in the room, though it was supposed to have him that died... no one thought any different about him standing in the room - giving shit to the men there weeping.
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