The most intense dream

[abiinmalamrem]

It was an allnighter. It started out as a crazy day at the old neighborhood. Saw Kendyl and did various things until it was decided I needed to take Karlee to Karlees house at 10:15. Time jumped and I was running from the police we parked and ran into an orange grove that was part of someones property at a fictional 50th and Cactus which in real life was located at 57th and Cholla. Anyway, we hid in a tree for awhile talking and arguing, me and Matthew. After awhile the owner of the property appeared with a large glass of white wine and we went with him repeating "You're so smart. You're very smart. How did you do that?". He gave us a tour of his beautiful property we called paradise. He had chickens, bees making honey, oranges, grapevines. We talked finances and asked why he hasn't turned us in for robbing the bank. (I just remembered a scene of the dream that I can't place or recollect properly, oh well. I just woke up by the way) He just brought us inside where we praised him and our situation because apparently one of my dreams was to meet the man that had this beautiful property so I felt very fulfilled. It's good to note that the physical representation of many characters changed frequently. I turn into someone else and am temporarily a extreme hybrid of my sister figure, Matthew is admitted at this point altogether for someone that has something to do with being my sister. We meet his lovely wife and also his son who flips around a butterfly knife purposely. We fade out on the couch and when we awaken I take the role of two people. Myself, who is very pleased about being here and meeting one of his life goals. And also my sister who is the first to notice the bruises and cuts all over both our bodies. Bite marks. She was raped while my fate was uncertain. Things get fuzzy for awhile but it is tense. The next thing I can remember is a sudden third characters mother coming and they leave. At which point I call my mother who is mad at us for never getting Karlee and I try to hide my pleas for her to come and rescuse us at 50th and cactus not sure if she would with the attitude she expressed. The family had listened in on part of the conversation and I kept taking the phones away from them, I had three by the end of the call. Now things were worse but I played Xbox with the son for whatever reason. My sister, again momentarily played by me, grabbed a knife when the guy called us outside but it was plainly visible and he said that wasn't necessary. Something happened and then we were back in the living room while he and the wife were making dinner. I found a knife sharpener somewhere and my intentions were obvious. Out comes the son flipping his knife around like bad and we have a rather incredible fight that ends with him on his stomach with me on top of him. I try to stab him in the middle of his back but it bounces off. So with his own knife I stabbed the beginning of both his arms, rendering them useless. Plus a few extra bloody stabs. He was silent but alive through the whole thing, he extended towards me as I headed towards his parents. The wife wasn't in the living room or the kitchen but the husband was stirring stew. He turned around to face me, we charged, I tried to slice his neck but failed. We struggled for awhile until I hit or slashed him. I held the butterfly in one hand and the blunt piece of steel in the other. And he turned into a matchbook. I put the match book on the table and stabbed it repeatedly before throwing it into the shallow pot. Returned to the living room to find his wife, solumb. She took two blows to the head with the steel with no argument before passing out by my actual request. At this point the lights of our car (which somehow is no longer police property)I told sister figure to run out and get in the car. I went back to check on the husband and the pot was much larger and there was no was no red matchbook in it. The book changed from white to red in my mind. I somehow knew that he had traversed the pipes all the way to Peurto Rico to start the whole thing over again and heard an ominous laughter. I went back to the living room to gather my things and the mother was totally depressed, and unconscious, but I asked her if I could have her sons Xbox controllers which she apparently didn't care in light of her families death/abandonment. I got all my stufff and went out to the car where my mother was mad at me for taking so long. I look in the backseat and on the right is Shaina, on the left his that friend of hers that moved to Floride last year. And in the middle was a person that was in total darkness whom presence I didn't question.
If you could have been in this dream you would have understood with was totally a movie. Probably directed my David Lynch. I don't normally get such mysterious, crazy, violent, dreams. Wow.