Dreams chair

I saw a dream last night it started by seeing that my sister is going to marry but she forgets to apply mehndi on her hands &someone tells her excuse to avoid it then isaw i m finding my sarees &my mother told me that they are given to someone to iron it then idont find tht men then atlast i reached to him he stayed in mountains i saw he was telling me something but i dont remember exactly then i saw my family mmbers my daughter father sister brother then isaw my dead mother again lying on arthi then igot fainted then no one was noticing me suddenly from up water was falling on me then i saaw my mother was covered with mud & my father was keeping chair on top of her dead body i was crying madly &my father was telling me not to cry

I was sitting around a round table with 4 chairs around it my best friend was across from me and my crush was to the left we were playing a card game my friend looked at my crush and said if he was to ask you out you would say yes right matching towards me and then every thing changed and it was me and her going out on a date and then it came back to the table she said ya I guess then I asked her out she said yes and I started jumping around and yelling

Sitting at dining room table across from someone (I don't see the face only the gun). I know they are going to shoot me. I ask isn't there any way they don't have to kill me. they ask me not to beg like they have too much respect for me to hear me like that. I know it doesn't matter if I beg. they stand over me. I am kneeling, I cover my face. I am resigned to death. they point the gun at the top of my head and pull the trigger. I feel pressure but not really pain. I begin to wonder if I have been shot after all. I get up onto the dining room chair, a little woozy and weak. Sitting I put my hand to my head. it is bloody. I can feel the blood on my hand. In the next room is my teenage daughter watching TV. I stumble to her and try to explain and tell her I love her. I wake up. - this dream has been driving me crazy all day.

I was at the gym that i tumble at and when i was done i could only find my younger sister but i remembered that my dad would be at the train station so we went there. we got on the train and put my sister in the "kids car" and went to find my dad. he told me that my mom would pick up my sister and i at the next station so i went to explore the train. i found a car with detectives and police officers questioning a man handcuffed behind his back to a chair. they held up a creepy clown mask and it sucked onto his face. i screamed and he ended up not being handcuffed anymore so he got up and told me not to be scared and i ran so he chased me. the scene changed to my house and i ran through my kitchen where my parents were hosting some friends and no one did anything about the clown man. i ran through to a different room and hid in the corner. my older brother went up to the clown man and told him that he would take care of the situation whatever that meant. then he came to me and yelled at me for freaking out. then the clown kept coming so i ran up the stairs to my room and slammed the door shut and held my back up against it and i started hyperventilating and then i woke up.

My boyfriend Nick, a co worker and myself are being held hostage by an unknown male. We are at my parents house, alone. He seems to be mentally challenged, gets frustrated and yells orders at us. In my dads garage he has my boyfriend In a chair and has me typing out a kind of list of demands or something on the computer, I'm not sure. As I cry, I explain that my dad will be VERY angry at us for being in his garage when he gets home. The unknown bad guy laughs and says he'll get him drunk or use this, and motions at a knife in is pocket. Nervously I sit down on Nicks lap and keep typing but Nick is slowly backing us up towards the door. The attacker notices this and reaches for a cable to tie us up. I cry and ask him not to. Suddenly, we are in a different part of the house with the same chair. As the bad guy gives me orders, I motion to Nick to run for the back door, he does very quickly. As the attacker runs after him I scream for my co worker to follow me into my old bedroom and try to lock the door, but the attacker is much stronger and forces his way into the room. I beg him not to hurt us and he knocks us onto the floor. With 2 ball point pens he starts stabbing at my legs and saying "I'm gonna kill you both!" When he motions towards my co worker I scream, "please, I'll do anything!" He reaches into his pocket and grabs a handful of permanent markers. He starts writing obscene things up and down my legs. He lifts my shirt and writes "I love sex" on my stomach. Before he can actually touch me, Nick is back in the room kicking him off of me! The rest is blurry but the bad guy was gone and my co worker unscathed except for one pen mark. I climb onto what is my old bed and everyone seems fine except me. I'm uncontrollably crying. When my parents get home they don't even offer a hug. I tell my mom what he tried to do and she starts recounting stories from when I was younger saying "you've always been sexual"! Only my older brother Dustin, who I haven't seen in 3 years holds me and tells me it's ok. And it's not until my mom sees me shaking and crying and lifting my pant legs to show her, that she realizes how very real and scary it all was for me. Then I woke up.