The Break In

Dream Setting:

I was renting a house, my sisters and mother lived with me.

My dream:

It was night time, I had gone to bed. My family was not home. I was home alone. It must have been after midnight when I hear a knock on the door. A girls worst nightmare, to be caught in her skivvy’s in the middle of the night, alone. I grab a robe and my hand gun and cautiously answer the door. It is a man demanding to come in this is his apartment. I pull out the gun and tell him he is not coming in, I rent this apartment and he can talk to the landlord. I meant business. He tries to push through but I lift that gun and aim right at him and tell him to leave. I shut and lock the door I assume he leaves. I walk through the house and up the stairs back to my room. He is standing on the landing just down the hall. He says, “do you really think you can lock me out of my own house?” I lift my gun again and remind him that I mean business. I don’t miss. Last chance to get out unscathed. He runs into the laundry room and disappears. Now what do I do. I can’t let my guard down he is somewhere in this house and he could be dangerous. My family starts to return home this makes me feel better but worse at the same time. Before it was only me at stake now even though I am not alone, my family could get hurt too. I fill them in and we begin cautiously searching. He can’t hide forever. My sister and I took upstairs and my my and other sister took the down stairs. We catch him upstairs and tie his hands together. But he tells us to look down stairs. On the bottom floor my mother and sister are tied up head first in a kiddy pool. I tell my sister to watch him and I rush down there to try and save them! I pull them out and check for pulses. I have to try and do CPR on them both at the same time. I decided the best I can do is try alternating compression’s and yell for my sister to call 911. My mother comes out of it first and I roll her over and turn my full attention to my youngest sister. She too comes back, praise the Lord! Meanwhile upstairs my sister is taking on this monster alone. She has to use her child hood tai kwon do on him when he tries to escape. He does succeed in escaping and we are on the hunt again. This time we all stay together. (Apparently there are tunnels in the laundry room walls that go throughout the house.) My dream flashes forward, we have been overtaken by him and his family, stuck to live in the same house and do as they wish. We are in a sense enslaved, but they don’t make us do everything for them. We just don’t have any freedom to come and go as we please. Sometimes they use their demanding presence to order us about, “like come to the store with me, or walk with me around the corn field.” In time we grow to accept our new life. Flash forward a year or so, the demands to go walking or spend time with them are more like requests. Eventually I begin to enjoy the walks and one day the man that invaded my home and tried to kill my family asks me to marry him. I am excited to say yes!

This is where I woke up.

After thought – Disclaimer:

Do I feel trapped in some aspect of my life or something? This dream was crazy long and shows how quickly you can adapt to your surroundings without even realizing it. I can’t imagine this being a real life scenario. Just to make sure that everyone knows. I am NOT in any sort of bad situation. I have an amazing life with my husband, he is one of the BEST! I actually don’t know if I could find a better husband for me.

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Wolf-Human/Zombie’s

Dream Setting:

At my mothers house in the country and then on to town to find the police.

My Dream:

I was at my mothers house and we kept hearing a pack of wolves. They were really loud and numerous. They were right in our back yard it seemed. We noticed a man walking down the road wearing all white. My mother lives pretty far into the country so it is very unusual to see someone walking down the road unless they are in need of help. So he passes the house and doesn’t even look in the that direction. He just keeps on walking. After  my mother assumed he was gone we all walked out to the street to look down it, to see how far he went. He had gone only a couple hundred feet. We saw him strapped to a chair on the opposite side of the road, facing our second driveway. The driveway that leads into our back yard. Of course we were shocked and confused. We approached and asked him if he was alright. He told us that he was perfectly fine, but he would appreciate our help. He asked us to go into the house and bring out anything sharp, and hard, something we would use for protection. He told us to each bring two things and some for him and return just before dusk. He was waiting as bait for the wolves and he wanted us to help wack and attack them. I guess he wasn’t tightly tied to the chair because when he wolves came he was easily able to slither out of his bonds (I wonder what he would have done without our help, he had no weapon). So just after dusk the wolves came crawling out of the woods. They took the bait. As they were approaching something crazy happened! They turned into human forms!!! They were much slower than healthy humans should be so we assumed they were zombie like werewolves. That is the best we could come up with. We started out battle and “fought” until my broom stick failed me. I yelled “retreat” and we all ran back toward the house. We needed something better than brooms and shovels. I thought we were only going to try and shoo the wolves away, scare them into moving on. Turned out that we needed to eliminate them. We all got back in the house, even the stranger and looked for knives and machete’s and guns. We headed back outside and we found 5 different ‘families’ of these werewolf/zombies. We wondered if any of them were friendly so we would ask them before we slashed them. There were so many of them that we once again had to retreat to the house, this time for our safety. They were swarming and ripping the house apart. The back door was especially difficult to defend and as we tried to run in and slam it they got their arms in and we could not shut it. One zombie female got it and said that she was a friendly but sacrificed coming in because she knew that if she didn’t she would be left to die on her own for not being like the others. She asked me to slit her throat, I tried but had bad aim and just got her forehead and eyes. I don’t think zombies feel pain… We were surrounded. They were coming in the back and the front doors and knocking on windows. We had to get out of there. There was a little boy with us about 10 years old. My two sisters were home but my mother had left for work. My younger sister ran out and got in her car and escaped. It was now just me, my youngest  sister, this little boy, and the stranger. I told my sister to run and get in the jeep, she said would but she would not drive it. It was a stick shift. I turned to follow her and noticed the little boy had been snatched up. I had to rescue him. I came in slashing and grabbed the boy and ran. The zombies were on our heals the whole time. I yelled for my sister open the jeep door as we approached and I threw the boy in. The stranger jumped in the other side and I in the driver side. I tore out of there as we knocked over and ran over some zombies. My plan was to find the police station and tell them what was going on. We needed the national guard or something! I drove right into the police station, one of the bay doors was opened. At first they wanted to be on the defense but I yelled, “we need your help. We need your help!” They relaxed and we all jumped out. Out came with us our dog, we didn’t even notice him and had totally forgotten about him. The dog started barking at the little boy, who had green spiky hair. At once the green spiky hair jumped off his head and turned into a small child zombie. The cops were surprised, as were we. The zombie ran into a large pipe thing and into the sewer. We all chased after it. We ended up coming out pretty dry and we got the zombie so we felt triumphant. We explained what was going on to the police and showed them the zombie. It was in their hands now. We got back in the jeep and called my other sister to make sure she got away ok. As I was on the phone the stranger noticed some odd behavior about our dog. It turns out that the dog had gotten scratched or something and had robot like buttons on his belly. If we cranked his leg it made a noise similar to a slot machine at a casino and his buttons would light up. My sister was ok. We all made it out alive, and we had a new robot dog.