When mad ravings, make sense

This evening, I took ambian to better sleep. One of their side effects is sleep walking. I ended up doing so. It was not pleasant. It was about finding Jimmy Potter. I knew this kid in Elementary school in Johnstown. He was a pretty good friend. Once I was stranded at school and he rescued me through my tears. I rode home on his tire bars on his bike. It was a lot of fun, even playing chicken. He took me home and didn't ask for anything in return.
In this dream-walk I was looking for him so he could tell me who killed Amber and stabbed me. Amber kept telling me he was near by and I had to find him. I didn't have much time, but she didn't tell me time for what. I think once I get this car, I should take a trip to Johnstown for a few days. I will explore, remember, find answers, if not the ones I need. But most importantly, I will try to accept the past and let it finally let it go. This is a heavy burden that I think I am ready to let go. I will go alone, but that scares me. I can only think of one person to help me with this and there is way he would do this for me. I'm not even going to ask. I wonder if I should take my sister as well, but I don't think she remembers ANYthing from our brief stay there. I hid the bad things from her and took anything coming at her.