Basically, I think I might have been a detective on a case involving a four-year-old girl who got sexually exploited in a chatroom -- and even writing this is making me feel sick -- and there were things like taking care of the kid and catching the guy who did it. And plenty of anger on my part, and a fear for the girl in question. The room where the dream happened also looked pretty weird -- it was cold, sterile and just generally a grim-looking place; it looked more like a prison cell, as I remember, than anyone's bedroom. Which really just makes the dream even stranger -- I don't think it's a repressed memory because I can't recognize anything in there (except maybe the computer, which reminded me a bit of my mom's old computer I used to fool around on, but I must have at least been in grade school when it happened, and I never went into any chatrooms), but it was definitely very disturbing.