Unnerving Dream.

On my way to drop off my paycheck and pick up stamps, my mother relayed an unnerving dream I was the centerpiece to.

She said she'd had a dream where we'd been visiting an aunt, and we'd for some reason payed to have an apartment there.

I'd been enlisted as the pack-mule I usually volunteer to be, and was carting up a chest of drawers. My mother said she remembers distinctly that I'd put the bottom shelf in crooked, and that made it wobble when I carried it in.

There was a break of time in the dream, she said, and after moving everything in the Police had called her. They kept asking if she knew that I were involved in an incident, and she kept saying she didn't know what they were talking about. Eventually they told her to come pick me up.

She said she arrived there, and I seemed really distraught. She said I had kind of gone off on my own, as I have a tendency to do in real life, and that I'd met-up with an acquaintance online.

She said he was distinctly a homosexual, and we'd gone back to his apartment where he promptly killed himself in front of me.

She said "You really wanted to help him, and you were just crushed because it turned out the way it did."

I'm not certain how I am to feel about this. I'm most certain unnerved.
It hits a little close to home.