I had this dream when I was very young. I believe it was right after watching some scary show whose name escapes me at the moment. I think it was something along the line of : The crypt keepers horror stories?
Me and a friend are sitting in a small room in these lounge chairs reading. He is reading the yellow pages and I am reading the dictionary. There is a narrow hallway behind us and we hear a creaking noise, so he decides to get up and look. He is gone for a while so I go after him. I reach the end of the hallway and look outside the window to see a statue of a native American holding a hatchet in his right hand.
I go outside, knowing already for some reason that the statue killed my friend Luis. I throw the statue in the back of a truck and drive to a forest. I dump the statue there and drive the car back feeling relieved.