Who killed my son and why?

Bismillah, Ir-Rahman, Ir-Rahim (In the name of Allah, The Beneficent, The Merciful).
In less than two weeks is November 9th, what would have been my son's 22nd birthday.
I still don't know who killed my son or the circumstances behind his murder. I am very frustrated that no one in the household was aware of any unusual or have found out any information since. My efforts to contact any of his friends on line have been futile thus far. My appeals from this blog has apparently fallen on deaf ears.
No one from the household has left any comments thus far. Only my second oldest son and Jibril's brother, Sulaiman sign up as a follower but has not left a comment. I can only theorize as to want happen to cause my son's death. My current theory is based on a dream I had of him some weeks ago.
In the dream I had died and was going through some sort of machine where I was being washed over and over again. I came out at the end and I became unwrap from the "burial" sheets. Just then my son's corpse appeared next to me wrapped up. Then he became unwrapped also then he came back to life. We both hugged and embraced each other as we started walking off. I remember both of us saying to one another, "This is the life!" (as opposed to the life of the world we left). At some point we started running along side each other. However the dream made a strange turn. Suddenly we were in on a prison tier wearing green prison jumpsuits (the same type as the working men inmates wore in Baltimore Central Booking were I last worked in Md). His was pulled down around his waist while mine was fully on. I asked him why is he in prison when he was not imprisoned while he was alive? He replied but I don't remember what he said. Just then we were in the middle of the tier next to a female correctional officer, I believe. Then a young woman who I can describe as brown skinned with dark brown hair which came down to her shoulders, seemingly came out of one of the cells down to hall towards us with something in her hands. When she reached us something happened which I don't know exactly what but Jibril and I took off running down the tier in the direction she came from. Then I turned toward Jibril but the person running next to me was not Jibril. The person next to me was a white boy with blondish hair under his chin which was straggly and I could see his blond hair sticking out from underneath the green cloth kufi(?) he was wearing. I immediately turned back aroung toward the place of the incident to look for Jibril. As I got to the place the dream ended. When I woke I realized that this individual I saw may have been my son's killer and I had to fight the urge to jump in my vehicle and zoom up to Dundalk, MD where my son was murdered. I now theorize that perhaps this young lady I saw in the dream had I crush on my son though I don't believe, according to what every one said in the household, that they were romantically involved. I think that the whiteboy must have become jealous of Jibril because he wanted her attention. When she rejected him for Jibril, he decided he wanted to kill Jibril. Only Allah (God) knows best who killed my son and why. I pray to Allah that He reveals my son's killer and the circumstances surrounding his death. Lastly, as a Muslim I believe in life after death. I am firm in my knowledge that my son is still alive eventhough I no longer could see him. I do feel his presence often so I know he is near. We will see each other again some day.
"Do not think of those who are slain in Allah's way as dead. Nay they live, finding their sustenance in the Prescense of their Lord; They rejoice in the bounty provided by Allah: and with regard to those left behind, who have not yet joined them (in their bliss), the (Martyrs) glory in the fact that on them is no fear, nor have they (cause to) grieve." Alay-Imran(3):169-170