I was in a meadow surrounded by the greenery of the Pacific temperate rainforest. Familiar green was soothing and the rarely in this area observed sun was uplifting. Suddenly, the earth started shaking under my feet and it split open. On the other side of the opening stood my father, calling my name softly.
I woke up. My eyes focused on my frantic father who was most likely the origin point of the earthquake in the dream.
"You have to go, Bells." he whispered. "Take some clothes and run. Hide somewhere until the morning and take the morning bus to Seattle." he was ushering me out of bed. "Go to the central police station in Seattle and deliver this to a homicide detective or the captain. Pay only in cash." He handed me a police file and a wad of money.
"Why, what's going on?"
"We don't have much time, you have to go. I just want you to be safe." We were already downstairs. "Just be safe." he whispered one last time before he planted a gentle fatherly kiss on my forehead and pushed me out the door.
I was still in my pajamas. Shocked and scared I ran into the darkness of the forest to change and find a safe-looking spot to spend the chilly September night.