💭 — FBI Murder and Suicide consultant?

anyway so they dropped me off at this apartment building where this Asian man "fell/was pushed/jumped" from his balcony. the FBI wanted to rule out murder, so they brought me there. it was dark and idk he had a 2 story apartment? could have been a duplex now come to think of it. but it was night time and i walk in and the entire room was in disarray. the only light coming in was moonlight from the sliding glass door to the backyard.

So there i am, looking around the overturned sofa and the knocked down floor lamps and i look in the hall closet, and find there were was a small cradle in there. and i walked down the hall and one of the rooms was clearly a nursery for a little girl. but her bed was broken, the toy chest was knocked over, toys all over the floor of this baby blue and pink room and then on the dresser i see a picture of them, the family that lived here. A man in a button down wearing suspenders, a woman in a red dress, and a little girl about 4 with very short dark pigtails. There was a crack in the glass.

I'm already piecing together a very sad picture. but i keep looking. i walk back out to the living room area and i see something that wasn't there before, or maybe i missed it at first glance. an open brown 8×12 envelope, opened, and strewn across the coffee table that was possibly one of the few things in this first floor that wasn't abused.

divorce papers.

and now i knew the reason. but i kept looking to find the how.

i went upstairs, to the bedroom, there was only one. the door was closed. In the hallway up there, there was a large bird's caged, covered with cloth. i slid it off and there was a sleeping parrot. alone. abandoned. "I'll come back to you." i thought. i walked to the bedroom opend the door. the place was a mess. there were beer and liquor bottles everywhere. on the dresser on the floor, on the left nightstand, but only the left nightstand. the bed sheets were messed with in the lft but not as much on the right. i walked to the right night stand and swipe a finger there. Dusty. This side of the room hasn't seen use in weeks.

there was a breeze that chilled my spine and i realized the balcony sliding doors were still open. and i finally knew what happened here.

i walked back out to the stair hall, and opened the parrot's cage, i woke up the parrot, and beckoned him to me. i guess he was trained well, because we walked out with him on my shoulders.

This part of the dream ends there, with me on the sidewalk, the full moon above me, a parrot on my shoulders, and a somber chill in the air. waiting to be picked up by my boss at the FBI.