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I was walking with my family in what looked like a basement of a huge company building; The floors were flooded but we walked normally, looking for the entrance to the building as if we had business there. In the corning I see an African American security gaurd watching he from across the room.
Next thing I know, I'm in some sort of break room, sitting on a couch across from an other couch which sat my brother and two other girls. One of heavy-set with dyed black hair and dark, gothic makeup while the other one, also heavy set, was blonde and 'normal' looking.
They were talking to me and I felt as though we were all having a discussion though I couldn't understand what we were saying. Then we all had beer in our hands and the girls started chugging when the chant 'chug, chug, chug' rang from some disembodied voice. Then the two girls looked at my brother as if signaling his turn and he looked at me, I shook my head and told him that he didn't have to do anyhing he didn't want to do.
Then my brother was gone and it was just the girls and I, the break room turned into a dismal basement living room area with no windows, three doors and a desk on the far end of the room. We sat at the couch like we were waiting for something the the middle door of the three opened and a middle aged man in a lab coat came into the room. He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and examined us. He pointed to me, "That one."
The two girls sighed in but distress and relief as I got up and walked toward the man though I everything was telling me not to. He took me into the middle room and it looked like a surgery with blaring lights and an operation table. Counters covered the far wall and surgical tools were spralled out in messy piles and plastic bags laid on the floor.
I was told to get on the table and I did. I stared up into the light while the man talked about incisions to my brain. After fear took over, I got up from the table and yelled, "We can't do this anymore!" The man didn't seem phased and continued rumaging through his tools.
"These!" I yelled, pointing to the plastic bags on the floor that looked to be filled with human parts like arms, brains, eyes, and slabs of skin. "These, were people with families, a friends. They had lives!" I cried.
The man turned and looked at me.
Next thing I knew, I was waiting outside the room again, fear slowing engulfing me again. A young man maybe a few years old than myself was sitting on the couch across from me in place of the girls. He looked as though half of his face had beed torn off and replaced by someone else's skin. We were talking and although I couldn't understand what we were saying, he gave me the impression that he didn't disapprove of what the 'doctor' was doing and even saw him as God-like as if he'd saved his life at some point. I looked at him in disgust at a two life sized dolls that looked just like the two girls I saw earlier but they looked hollow. They didn't have eyes and their skin looked like porcelain. I stared at them, sweat beading at the top of my hairline until I got up to tell a little girl that looked like my Boyfriend's little sister to go clean her room. Her room turned out to be the door on the far right and I followed her inside to tell her what needed to be done. the bed was not made and toys were scattered across the floor. I looked at her and told her firmly that her room needed to be clean before she could go out and play. She agreed and began cleaning as I left the room.
The scene cuts over to the doctor, ready to take me to his surgery again. Acting as though he'd already operated on me once, I yelled that I wasn't going back in there and I ran. A fourth door appeared and I ran through it. It was an exit. Outside was sunny and bright and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust but I ran in blindness never the less, knowing the doctor was chasing after me. I ran through a suburban neighborhood, not thinking to actually scream for help. Then I ended up in an apartment building, running through the halls. As I was running, I thought about banging on one of the doors for help but I decided not to trust anyone because I could just end up in an other situation like the one I was in so I continued to run until I found a fire exit. I thought that if I ran through it, it was signal an alarm and the police and fire department would come to help me but when I ran though it, there was only silence. The door led to a flight of stairs the spiraled upwards, I ran up as quickly as I could, hearin the doctor's footsteps pounding behind me. "You can't run from this!" He yelled after me.
Farther and farther I ran up the stairs but there never seemed to be an end to them and with every passing second, the doctoer was getting closer and closer. Exhaustion was overwhelming me and my heart was pounding in my chest, sweat was soaking my clothes in both the dream and reality.
I assume I was caught because next thing I knew, i was back on the couch. Staring at the two dolls on the other end of the room who were now accomanied by a smaller doll that looked like the little girl I spoke to earlier. Guilt and self-hatred took me over and I fell over off the couch, I wanted to scream and cry and beg for forgiveness from the small child but I couldn't.
The scene went into thrid person and I saw myself, laying stiff on the floor in the fetal position as a small porcelain doll with no eyes.
I woke up
Lobotomy - You are either trying to get to your subconscious and access its insights or you are trying to suppress it and erase it from your consciousness. Alternatively, the dream means that you are under tremendous mental stress.
Psychopath - To see a psychopath in your dream suggests that you are being deceived or manipulated. It may also mean that you are feeling detached.
Fear - To dream that you feel fear indicates that your achievements will not be as successful as you had anticipated. You are experiencing anxieties in various aspects of your life. The key to overcoming your fear is to discuss them and deal with them openly.
Quack Doctor - To see a quack doctor in your dreams forewarns that you need to be more cautious of people who claim to be what they are not.
Chase - To dream that you are being chased signifies that you are avoiding a situation that you do not think is conquerable. It is a metaphor for some form of insecurity.
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There was more to it, I'm sure, but all I can remember after a few hours of already being awake and moving about is:
I was standing at a counter as if waiting for assistance even though I was in a kitchen of an apartment that was unfamilar to me, maybe poaring myself a drink. My father stood on my right, watching me and I think we were dicussing something though I can't recall what exactly.
Then, when I finishes with whatever I'm doing, I turn around and see a heavy-set African-American woman who looked around my age. She seemed cross and acted as though she had been standing in queue behind me for a long time while I was talking to my dad.
She was going off and yelling in my face and I was just standing in front of her, completely doe-eyes and confuses, occtionally glancing over at my father in a cry of desperation for some help; He didn't move. The woman continued cussing me out and insulting me while I stood there and took it until she forcfully poked me in my shoulder.
Anger sparked in me. I clenched my fist but just as quickly unclenched it, asking the woman not to touch me. The woman laughed in my face and with great force, pushed me backwards with her open palm. I took a step back to regain my balance, completely in awe at her uncivil behavior. I take one last glance at my father as if for comfirmation (though his expression remained blank and uninterested) and clenched my fist, wrapped my left arm around her neck so my hand was gripping the back of her head and pulled her into impact with my right fist. When I hit her, it didn't feel like I was doing much; As if right at the last second my fist would relax so that I was mearly bumping my knuckles against her cheek.
Even as I was hitting her (gently as it was) she continued to insult me. Giving up on trying to punch her, I pulled her to the ground and began smashing her face against the floor. I could feel the allpied force vibrate from the front of her face to the back of her head and into my palms as blood began to pool around her, splattering on the wall and counters. I continued to slam her against the floor until I felt a crack or a crush of bone and I knew it was her skull and then she was dead.
Without a second going by, the woman turned into my American Buldog, Dililah. The blood was gone but she laid on the ground, motionless. I knew she, too, was dead. Terror struck me and I lost my breath, tears welled up in my eyes and I began crying hystarically. I looked back at my father, once again trying to get some sort of answer or even a reaction; He gave me niether still. I scooped my dog into my arms and held her tightly against me, letting my tears soak into her white fur.
"No, no, no! I didn't-- I'm sorry!" I yelled into her, pleading that I reverse what had happened. "Please, come back!"
It felt as though everything else around us was speeding up, the sun rose and set a few times as I cried for my dog. But just seconds before I woke up, my dog's eyes opened and her tail started wagging and she licked my face. Like, she hadn't gone anywhere and everything was okay, again.
I woke up.
I think the dream may represent that we are all children of the planet and we are all one; We should all treat eachother with love and respect. So even if someone is being rude to you, violence if never the answer and if you hurt someone you don't know, you may as well be hurting someone very dear to you.
I don't know why the dream ended happily. I feel like it might be indicating that even after death, we are still together in our hearts or that one day we'll all meet again.
Father - To see your father in your dream symbolizes authority and protection. It suggests that you need to be more self-reliant. Consider also your waking relationship with your father and how aspects of his character may be incorporated within yourself.
Kitchen - To see a kitchen in your dream signifies your need for warmth, spiritual nourishment and healing. Alternatively the kitchen represents a transformation. Something new or life altering is about to occur. The dream could also be telling you that if "you can't stand the heat, then you need to get out of the kitchen". You need to abort your plans.
African American - To see an African American in your dream signifies your roots and heritage. You may need to discover the soul within your own self.
Yelling - To dream that you or someone is yelling represents repressed anger that needs to be expressed.
Punching - To dream that you are unable to throw a punch indicates that you are feeling helpless. You may have self-esteem and confidence issues. The dream may also be due to REM paralysis.
Violence - To see violence in your dream indicates unexpressed anger or rage.
Murder - To dream that you kill someone indicates that you are on the verge of losing your temper and self-control. Consider the person you have killed and ask yourself if you feel any rage towards her or him in your waking life.
Morphing - To dream that you or someone is morphing into another person suggests that you need to incorporate aspects of this other person into your own character. You are in need of a major change in your life.
Resurrection - To dream that you or someone is resurrected from the dead suggests that you will eventually overcome your current obstacles to achieve your goals. It signals an awakening of your spirituality and renewed energy.
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I seemed to be treveling with a group of people like maybe it was the apocolypes or something. We all had backpacks and held ourselves as though we had been walking for days to get to this hotel looking place.
It was dark and cloudy out, the moon was full. We walked into the house to be greeted by an old couple who preceded to show us around. The whole looked like an attic and there were mattesses laying out with tattered sheets all over the floors. The windows were small and the only source of light was the moon and a few lit candles.
Next thing I know, everyone has been asigned a bed and I'm in the highest point in the house with my cat, Katie. My room was dimmly lit.
The scene cut over to third person and it showed a blonde boy that looked a lot like Tate from American Horror Story holding a small, gray cat in his arms and placing what looked like a red metal glove on it's paw. The cat began to squirm because the glove was like an iron maiden and for each time the boy would turn a key to lock it tighter around the cat's paw, the nails would drive deeper into it. The cat hollard in agonizing pain.
Then, the boy acted as if her had heard something and put the cat down and walked away.
It was back to me and though I hadn't seen the cat get tortured, I felt something wrong was happening and I took Katie in my arms and walked over to a hold in the attic wall. I put one of the tattered blanket in it and set Katie there so that she could be out of sight. I then walked over to the one, small window I had and noticed a group of shadow figures standing outside the house. I studied them as that stood like statues, just watching the house. Then I noticed one look up at me and point. The all looked up and then ran toward the house.
Fear struck me as I heard a crash and screaming from downstairs. Footsteps in a frantic struggle to get around. I panicked, slammed the door to my room shut and when I turned around, I saw more cats in my room. My eyes widened as I feared for their lives. I opened the window to outside and began putting the cats on the roof as if that was a form of escape. I let Katie out first and then went out the window myself. As I'm exiting, I hear the door to my room swing open and someone holler something I couldn't understand. The cats and I leapped around the levels of the roof until we finally made it to the ground.
The cats (including Katie) sprinted off into the woods and I stopped. I turned back to the house and looked through one of the windows. I saw fire and more dark figures running across the frame. Screams and cries came from inside and though my heart was telling me I needed to go back in and try to help them, I turned back to the woods and ran.
Jump to an other scene and I'm back in the house but now I'm running around like everyone else. The faceless people were not wearing masks that looked something like depented clowns. And behind me I can hear something like a news caster, explaining what it happening in the house like it was some sort of game show and our goal is to not get killed by the madmen that broke into our house. I was being chansed but I wasn't sure by what...
I woke up.