Knives and Elevators

At first, I was in a large elevator with one of my friends. He was talking to his grandmother but that elevator was getting ready to leave. The elevator was very large, almost like a cafeteria. Just as the elevator was starting to leave, he said the goodbye to his grandmother and got on the elevator.

The next thing I remember, I was at home in my living room. I knew that there is a woman down at the dairy barn, and she was waiting for a man. The man was coming to get a knife, and he was riding on the back of a horse. They went down to the barn, and I had the knife with me. The woman became very scared, and she told me to leave with the knife. She was supposed to give the man the knife, but she knew that he was a very bad man. He was planning on hurting her.

I had the knife in my hand, and the handle was very long, about one foot long. The blade was only about six inches long. it folded out like a straight razor. When the man got there, I showed him the knife, and he said that it was too long. The woman told me to go away, so I did. When I was leaving and walking up to the house, I knew that he was hurting her very badly, or maybe even killing her.