Agent 233-chan!
I dreamt I was an agent, male, and there was someone I liked at my police department. (In the dream's setting) the person I liked was very beautiful, with sky-blue long hair, and so gentle.
Then there was a murderer who kept targeting our department. He kept provoking us, and then he threatened me to enter a building all by myself.
This building had 6 floors and was almost completely dark inside. There were two elevators; the suspect used one of them. To catch up with him, I planned to use the other, but as soon as I got in, something felt wrong, so I came back out. I decided to head to the other elevator, and just as I went over, I saw it coming down. I immediately raised my gun, aiming at the elevator doors, waiting for them to open. Then I actually saw the suspect, and for some reason, the elevator she was in had lights—it was very bright and pretty, a sort of hotel color. The suspect immediately raised her hands in surrender, saying she wanted to take me somewhere, or else she would do something (I forgot what). I had to agree. Then the two of us took the elevator to the roof. I told her she'd better just surrender, but she said she had originally planned to commit suicide here, but I ruined it. Then the police arrived; several helicopters shone their floodlights on us, and the bottom of the building was full of police cars. She looked back at me and smiled, and then I escorted her away.
Then my colleagues and I were chatting. I said I was really unlucky, and my colleague agreed. Then the person I liked rushed over, expressing how worried she was about me, asking how I was, and then we got together. She even took me back to her place to wash up and sleep, because I didn't have a home at all; I usually just slept right at the department.
Then, while I was still at her place, another murder happened, again targeting a colleague at the department. But because I had just finished the last one, the boss let me take a day off, so I stayed at her place with her all day.
On the third day, I went to the department. As soon as I got there, I saw someone delivering packages—it was takeout, lots and lots of lunchboxes. The lunchboxes looked very nice, with a mix of meat and vegetables. Although they looked cheap, they were very appetizing. The people in our division happened to be hungry; someone opened a box and was about to start eating, then I heard a scream. The lunchbox was thrown to the ground. I immediately picked up the lunchbox closest to me and rummaged through it. Under the vegetables, there was a lot of 'gluten'. I could tell at a glance that this bloody gluten had been extracted from a human body. And there were enough of these lunchboxes for everyone in our department to have one.
I glanced at the lunchboxes and estimated there were about 50 or even more. For some reason, at that time, my girlfriend was already pregnant, and it was my child. I told her not to look, not to get involved in this case, because she was going on leave.
Then, for some reason, I suddenly saw a part of the future. I saw us looking at hundreds of bloody shoes in a box by a farm for a long time. We also saw many pigs on the farm, and we guessed that the suspect probably fed the victims' bodies to the pigs. Then I heard my girlfriend call my name. She asked me how the case was going. I couldn't answer her; even though I saw the future, we still didn't have any clues right now. I had to give her a perfunctory answer and continue pursuing the case.
Then we found a clue and chased the suspect to an abandoned building. It was a really huge building. And for some reason, I suddenly became a woman, and I didn't feel it was strange at all, as if I had always been a woman, and I was also pregnant. Everyone else wore suits and shirts to work, but I was wearing a purple plush dress. Then the suspect used some unknown threat to make everyone obey him. He made us stand on two sides by gender, line up, and face one direction. Wherever he walked, the people there had to turn their backs to him.
Then he used one person to show us how he extracted the 'gluten', and then he slashed our clothes open from the back one by one. When it was my turn, the feeling was just too real. I didn't feel pain; he only slashed the clothes, but the tip of the knife drawing a cross on my back felt incredibly real. I was really nervous. But then the suspect suddenly surrendered, and I don't know why.
Then, except for the people handling the case, the rest of us went downstairs. As I was going down, I saw my girlfriend. She was playing with water nearby downstairs; maybe she just happened to be in the area. So I went to find her. My colleague even teased me that I forget everything the moment I see my girlfriend. (At this point, I was a man again.) I rushed up and hugged her, saying I missed her so much. Then we went home, and then I woke up.