Swimming, Cars and Murder

I had a dream that I was in an olympic size swimming pool. I and several other people were in one end. Some were sitting on the edge with their feet in the water. I wanted to swim the width of the pool as opposed to the length because everyone was having a very interesting conversation and I wanted to continue to listen. Every time I started across, someone who was swimming the length would suddenly be there.

Then I was suddenly outside the place where I previously worked. I was standing on the side street that is immediately east of the building that is on the south side of the road. Someone had stolen a car and was racing down the street. I was standing in the middle of the street and jumped out of the way. A police officer was there as well and jumped into his car and took off after the car.

Then there were other people standing around and, again, they were conversing about something. At first everyone else's vehicles were parked on the side of the road, but then they all disappeared. Someone thought all the cars had been stolen. TC, the manager at the place, walked a few feet and saw his car right where he had parked it: on the grass, parallel to the building, just inches from it. Then I saw a huge theater screen attached to the building and a movie or TV show was playing on it. Then someone who looked a lot like John Barrowman grabbed me and shoved me against the building. He asked if I had anything to do with the death of his wife. I told him no. He kept me pressed to the building and got in my face and yelled at me to look into his eyes and tell him again. I first looked behind him where there were several people standing there quietly looking at me. I was thinking that while I did not kill this man's wife, I knew who had. The person, who looked a lot like Burn Gorman, was standing back there looking at me. I looked back into the eyes of the man who had me pinned to the building and I told him I did not kill his wife. Then I woke up.