Dreams flag

I'm in a familiar area riding a bike a white charger pulls up on the side of a white Lexus puts his window down and starts shooting. He then gets out of his car shoots through the window and lays out a white blanket and sticks an american flag in the ground.I'm trying to run he follows me for a second then runs across the street and the cops come

I dreamed thar we were at six flags and i was scared to go on a rollar coaster but i only went on with him the guy who llikes me and he held my hand and would not let go

I dreamt that my mom I went to Rite Aid and only half of the store had the lights on. The side with the cosmetics was lit, but the side by the bathroom and refrigerators was dark. It was apparently close to the fourth of July because they had decorations for sale. However, these were not ordinary Fourth of July decorations they were left over Christmas decorations that had been made to celebrate the Fourth of July. They were mainly creepy Santas with missing eyes that were wearing top hats and holding American flags. When I turned around there was a man who I believe was homeless with a cart that had a huge case of beer in it. Suddenly, a cat crawled out of the case with a beer, proceeded to open it, and then hand it to its owner. They shared its contents. I was quite disturbed and decided to go to the restroom and wait for my mom. It was pitch black since the lights were out. It was incredibly hot so I began to take off my hoodie but it got stuck on my head and I could not get it all the way off. I was struggling to remove it when I started to hear whispering and a bunch of hands started touching my legs and back. . . Then I woke up.

I looked out my window and suddenly i was walking down into a pasture and then i found out i was supposed to be working on a case about a cat,one particularly weird cat. I found myself at a tree where under it was an old man crying,the old man had a white long sleeved shirt on but was dirty from dirt on it and a pair of dirty old overhauls on over the shirt, he said he had an old cat named saidy ,apparently saidy had been “killed” so to speak. The old man told me that saidy was over there,and there she was laying in the pasture her body was scattered all over that particular area.The old cat was dismembered and was burnt,she looked like she had been burned and then dismembered but what bothered me was not the fact that the cat looked that way but that somebody would do something like that. The old man told me that it was a dark colored man wearing a green shirt and camouflage pants.By this disription i figured it was a african american the old man also told me he was about 6 ft probably so i’m guessing he was around his 30s,i still could not figure out what a guy like that would want with this old guy,but later on that morning i figued out the aparently i was a cat whisper? i guess,but anyhow they wanted to see if i could read the cat’s “death” i guess in other words ask the cat’s dead body how it died. So me and the old man went into the barn and he gave me her head,her head had been severely burnt and one of her eyes were missing her head was of course dismembered from her body and it was a little flakey, but never the less because she was tortured when she died her soul was still around so i asked her how she died and immediately an image of a cat popped up in my head running around in fire trying to escape and thats it i woke up!

Anyways back to the dream. It started with me walking down the stairs of the “Red Barn”. From the outside, the house looked like a barn painted red with white trim. But on the inside, it looked like a regular house with a kitchen, 4 beds, 2 baths, and a tv that has no channels but a working vcr player. I walked out the front door and out into the cold morning air and squishy mud of Hedgepath. I looked around and saw my Dads forest green Jeep Wrangler though it was far less customized than it is currently. The driver door was open and my dad was leaning inside, dressed in his camouflage he wore while hunting. To the left, My Grandpas red Toyota Tundra, with the trunk hatch and window open. And leaning inside of the truck, none other than my Grandpa, wearing his flannel long-sleeve shirt, and blue jeans with mud splotches. He was checking his rifle to see if it was loaded. He looked great, far better than the last time i saw him. Just then i heard my Dad call to me and i woke up.