Killer Then Families Killed  I'm by an ocean with my family. I'm watching a television show. I don't realize it is television until later. It goes like this:  A courtroom is full as a judge walks in. The defending lawyer is late. The defendant is a balding round middle age man. He is sitting on the defendant's side of the courtroom, wearing sunglasses. The judge asks him to explain, so he does, from his seat. He says a few words. The he falls to the floor, and is dead. He was poisoned, but a capsule fell from his fingers a moment before he died. The dead defendant slides on his stomach, head first, out the courtroom. It is like the floor is slanted. There is a feud between the friends and family of the defendant and the friends and family of the plaintiff. Each of these people dies, alternating from defendant supporter to plaintiff supporter. One of the men who dies is wheeling his wheelchair across train tracks going over a river. A train comes while the man is on the tracks above the river. Before he can get off the tracks he is hit by the train and dies.  This is what I see on television. My three siblings and I watch this on television. My sister Heather is flirting with me. I don't say anything and don't flirt back. I know what she doesn't know. She doesn't know I am her brother, until some family friends, the Kissengers, walk by and say, "Hi Hanson kids!" Then she realizes who I am.