Understand My Dreams

Dreams joy

I had a dream you and I were at Walmart. Amanda was with us too for some reason. She acknowledged my presence but paid no mind to it. Like she understood we were spending time together. We were playing around with fake swords until you stopped and told me you didn't want to be around her. So you took my hand and we started walking fast through different aisles to lose sight of her. She was angrily calling you name, but we ignored her and kept walking fast and hiding to leave he building without her. It got to a point she was yelling Bobby and you were annoyed. The next panel of my dream, you, jess and dad, and I were going to a restaurant for dinner. I was seated next to you. Across from me was my dad and across from you was jess. We were enjoying our meal next to an open window until we realized guard trucks pulling up. They started to fill the parking lot. The lights went out. At that point, we understood something was wrong and the restaurant was on lock-down. We couldn't leave because authorities were looking for someone deadly. So for some reason, everyone in the building aren't at tables anymore, but laying on the floor wrapped in blankets. It's dark and for some reason the light near our window worked but we had to turn it off. You're holding me as we're laying on the floor in a blanket and we're just looking out the window watching the guards search for the person. It's raining outside and we're just waiting. I'm scared and we eventually see a shadow of a figure outside our window. (Which now for some reason has two boards forming an "x" over the window) You immediately get up and sneak out of the room we're all laying in the grab a gun. I'm afraid that the man is right outside our window and I crawl under a table with the blanket to hide. The man crashes through the boards and starts yelling "I'm going to kill you all now" He starts shooting at a bunch of people and I'm scared for my life hiding under a table. You sneak into the room and you're looking frantically for me to make sure I'm okay. You're trying to get a good shot at the guy and you find me. So you hurry over to me and hug me and tell me "it's okay. I'll protect you Mandy. I love you." Next panel, the situation is over. The building is a mess. There are bloodied bodies scattered across the floor and debris everywhere. I don't know what happened to the shooter. You were rocking me in your arms and I asked where my dad was. You told me he was killed and I started crying loudly in your arms. I don't know what happened to jess. Then I woke up.

I am wearing a black shirt with black suit pants. My mother passes by and asks me why I was wearing black. I did not reply. Then I went into a route behind our house where there in an extremely small girl is a bucket, and she raised her hands with joy when swing me and I carried her. Since she was easy to carry I turn around and see her big brother, whom I put on my shoulder. I fall down when I carried him on my shoulder. I stood up again and same thing happened. The third time I carried him and I did not fell but instead carried as if he was light to carry. Then I returned to my back yard and there was a headless cat pooping at our door, but the vat was struggling to have her head returned. Then she peed again. I jumped over the poop and the urine, then I saw, the cat has grown a head.

The dream started at my house. My brother and I were home alone. Then these black vans surrounded our house. I remember being told to "watch out for black vans." I try to get my brother up, saying we have to hide, but he didn't believe me. As one of them walked up to the house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Sometimes we leave our front door open for fresh air. After I did that, they left us alone for a while, but they were still watching us, watching our every move. I tried to call my mom, or 911, but I guess the men did something to our service too. So we hid and waited. Then I got the bright idea (why, dream me, why) of trying to run to the neighbors house and ask for help. My brother and I took the back door out, but the men were still encircled around the house. They got a hold of me, my brother escaped. They took me to this abandoned, overpopulated house that was in terrible shape. It was in the middle of downtown San Diego, I'm surprised no one saw it. By overpopulated I mean it was filled with other kids I knew, who were also all abducted. We were allowed to roam freely around the house, we just had two unofficial rules to live by. 1: Don't try to escape. 2: DON'T anger The King. We also had these weird tracker collars. They would send signals to The King, and he'd send his little men in black vans to go and kill us, and the black van men were everywhere in the outside world. Who is The King? He's the head honcho, the big kahuna of that house. No one knows who he is, or his motives. In fact, no one knew why we were taken here. Nothing bad was happening (yet), but we knew something sinister was brewing underneath. We were scared shitless. One day, The King revealed himself. He was a short, squatty man, but had the face of a sour lemon. He had a sword tucked in its sheath in his belt loop. He didn't announce him as The King, we just all kind of figured, since he looked way way older than the rest of us. He would just walk around the house, as if he was on patrol. If he didn't like the way you look, he'd kill you. If you attempted to kill him (many did), he'd make sure you die the most brutal death. He was terrifying. I avoided him at all costs. What I saw from him was unfathomable. A transgender boy was having a mental breakdown and wasn't in the right mind. He confronted The King, pleading on his knees that he'd let him go. The King looked down at the boy. "You want to be a boy right?" The kid looked up, a little taken back by this comment. "What does that have to do with anything!?" The kid responded with, getting more frustrated and angry. "I'll help you pass better as a boy." The King grabbed him by his fluffy, pretty-long-for-a-boy hair, and scalped him with his sword. Like, he cut off his hair, and scalp, so all you could see was his brain. He fell over dead. The King did all of this with such a deadpan face. He turned to the boy's body, spat on it, and muttered, "Tranny pig." Everyone watching, and there was a lot of them, turned away once The King turned to walk away. This man was a monster. I saw a lot of kids I knew there, who were from school, dance, the neighborhood, etc. I saw a girl I knew from school and cheer leading on the verge of death, anothr cheerleading classmate, who was also her best friend, cradling her, crying. The King shot the dying one in the thigh, because she tried to escape, leaving her to die slowly. It was pretty merciful, compared to the other methods of punishment. This broke my heart. The two most popular and joyous girls I knew were at utmost despair. Throughout the dream, I could only think about my parents and my brother. Flash forward to another day, I'm walking around the house, like usual, with the rest of the "herd" of abducted children, and I meet up with that one girl who was cradling and crying over her dying best friend. We talked a little, she's very damaged because of what happened to her best friend. She tells me we need to escape. That her friend's death cannot be in vain. I'm very reluctant, but I'm pretty fast on my feet. I agree. We climb over the wall, and run a couple meters from the house. I look back, and I understand why no one sees the kids, or anything that's occurring in that house. There's some sort of protection field that makes it still look like its abandoned from the outside. The sirens go off. Green lazor lights are everywhere. Those represent the locations of the Black Van Men. We make it as far as the freeway. We try to remove the collars but we can't. Then I wake up.

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