Will you interpret my dream?
I always forget my dreams so I'm gonna write this one down before it leaves my mind.
This dream took place at night in a two-story house. My dad was acting strange and started stripping--put a blanket around himself and climbed a ladder and went on the roof through a hatch. Apparently he wanted to spy on the neighbors. My mom didn't seem surprised.
I went to the front door and opened it. On the front door were two heaters, one black and one white. I retrieved a wooden scythe stuck between the two and then the heaters turned on.
Then I noticed a car with a bunch of elderly black people pass by with one of them having a digital camera pointed at us. They would've taken a picture but they noticed I had spied them spying on us. They stopped a few houses over.
They exited their car, and that's when my and my brother ran up to them, and I used my scythe to knock out of the black dad's hand a brown vial, which incidentally opened and bled over the grass.
They followed us back to our house and picked a fight with us. My dad had just got off the roof when one of the black grandma threw a green tennis racket at him-- he tried to dodge it but got hit anyway. He was in the way of a sprinkler, for some reason.
So I took my scythe and started wailing away on another elderly black woman who had come with them, especially at her face. And then the dream gets fuzzy here cuz of all the fighting and I woke up.
This dream took place at night in a two-story house. My dad was acting strange and started stripping--put a blanket around himself and climbed a ladder and went on the roof through a hatch. Apparently he wanted to spy on the neighbors. My mom didn't seem surprised.
I went to the front door and opened it. On the front door were two heaters, one black and one white. I retrieved a wooden scythe stuck between the two and then the heaters turned on.
Then I noticed a car with a bunch of elderly black people pass by with one of them having a digital camera pointed at us. They would've taken a picture but they noticed I had spied them spying on us. They stopped a few houses over.
They exited their car, and that's when my and my brother ran up to them, and I used my scythe to knock out of the black dad's hand a brown vial, which incidentally opened and bled over the grass.
They followed us back to our house and picked a fight with us. My dad had just got off the roof when one of the black grandma threw a green tennis racket at him-- he tried to dodge it but got hit anyway. He was in the way of a sprinkler, for some reason.
So I took my scythe and started wailing away on another elderly black woman who had come with them, especially at her face. And then the dream gets fuzzy here cuz of all the fighting and I woke up.