Just a walk in the park

I’m standing at a house that is very familiar. But I have no clue where I have ever seen it before. It is a white house with turquoise painted trimmings. It looks very old. There is a small flower bed in front of each window bay. There is something wrong with them though; every flower that is planted is welted and dull in color. You cannot see into the windows of the house, it has lace curtains in every window, reminds me of the farmhouse that I went to as a child. I wonder if it is abandoned. Something else interests me. There is an old park right in front of the house. You can see that a child has not played in this park for at least 3 years. The grass has grown tall, higher than my head. But there are so many people walking through the park, at least 60 people that look like they are just passing through. And one for one they start dropping down into the tall grass until there is not one person standing. But where have they all gone? Is this just a game or a joke? Something tells me I need to look what is going on, try and see where all these people have gone. I for some strange reason know that there is a petrol operated hedge cutter, situated in the back corner cupboard of the garage. I walk towards the garage and the door automatically opens. The door must be operating with a sensor, this technology is possible. I walk inside; there is a smell in the room as if it has not been in contact with air for quite some time. Where are the owners of this place? In the cupboard there is there hedge cutter and a 10liter canister of petrol. I pour in about 2 liters into the cutter. That is all it can hold, and walk out to the park where all the people started dropping. I start at the most southerly side and cut the grass swaying my arms left to right but keeping it low to cut the grass short. I start counting one two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, what is going on here? I haven’t even walked ten steps and I have already discovered eight dead bodies. All killed by a wound in their chest and stomach. I keep going, just to see what I find. More dead bodies, one after the other, brutally killed. And then it dawns on me. What if the killer is still here? What if I am the next target? I need to run, need to get out of here. I drop the hedge cutter and turn around to avoid running through the tall grass, seems as if he would only target people in the grass. As I turn around a masked man is standing with a chainsaw, I scream, he cuts. My boyfriend shakes me awake, turns out I’m fine. But with dreams as strange as that I don’t want to sleep again.