The weirdest dream I can remember...
So, I dunno what caused it. In regligon we were kinda talking about some apocalyptic stuff today, but other than that I have no idea.
I can remember sitting in what I guess was my house, it was kinda a new-age type of thing, all stone with some cool looking furniture. I was watching TV and eating something, and my friend ran in and was like "Did you hear about the wrath?" and I was like, wtf? And they were like, "God is swinging hammers of flame through the sky." So I ran outside, to see streaks of what looked kind of like lava running across a terracotta colored sky. I didn't know what was going on, but I ran somewhere else with my friend. On the way there we had to run through a neighborhood where a bunch of people were giving their children toys and gifts and stuff. Once we got out of there we continued wherever we were going but stopped and said an Our Father with a group of people that were frantically praying out in the middle of the street. We got to this place, I assume was a McDonalds or something, and met up with some people. It was some sort of academic team I was on, but I can't really recall what it was. Anyways, on my way up to where I was going (above the restaurant) and I saw this little hispanic man with his head in his hands just kinda sitting there. I looked up and noticed everyone around me was a homeless person, and then i continued up the stairs. I got up there and met with my team, and we tried to do whatever it is we were supposed to be doing, but the TV wouldn't go off so we couldn't concentrate. My friend and I started to head toward a tram, and when we did we were stopped by a homeless guy. My friend started talking to him, and made some totally profound statement that was really really deep, cause I remember being like "holy shit, that's awesome" and then the homeless guy said "the greatest gift you can give a homeless person is someone they can't figure out, because they have a lot of time to think about that sort of thing." At that same time I looked down the hallway, and the little hispanic man came into the same room we are. He raised his arms as if he was cheering for something, so I did it back to him just to be nice, and then he pulled a gun out and put it to his head. I didn't know what was going on so I turned away and dropped to the floor. I heard the shot go off, got up and looked down the hall to see the wall and ceiling sprayed with blood and brain matter. As soon as the man's body hit the floor I heard my alarm and woke up immediately.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
I never remember my dreams, why this one?
Am I going insane?
I can remember sitting in what I guess was my house, it was kinda a new-age type of thing, all stone with some cool looking furniture. I was watching TV and eating something, and my friend ran in and was like "Did you hear about the wrath?" and I was like, wtf? And they were like, "God is swinging hammers of flame through the sky." So I ran outside, to see streaks of what looked kind of like lava running across a terracotta colored sky. I didn't know what was going on, but I ran somewhere else with my friend. On the way there we had to run through a neighborhood where a bunch of people were giving their children toys and gifts and stuff. Once we got out of there we continued wherever we were going but stopped and said an Our Father with a group of people that were frantically praying out in the middle of the street. We got to this place, I assume was a McDonalds or something, and met up with some people. It was some sort of academic team I was on, but I can't really recall what it was. Anyways, on my way up to where I was going (above the restaurant) and I saw this little hispanic man with his head in his hands just kinda sitting there. I looked up and noticed everyone around me was a homeless person, and then i continued up the stairs. I got up there and met with my team, and we tried to do whatever it is we were supposed to be doing, but the TV wouldn't go off so we couldn't concentrate. My friend and I started to head toward a tram, and when we did we were stopped by a homeless guy. My friend started talking to him, and made some totally profound statement that was really really deep, cause I remember being like "holy shit, that's awesome" and then the homeless guy said "the greatest gift you can give a homeless person is someone they can't figure out, because they have a lot of time to think about that sort of thing." At that same time I looked down the hallway, and the little hispanic man came into the same room we are. He raised his arms as if he was cheering for something, so I did it back to him just to be nice, and then he pulled a gun out and put it to his head. I didn't know what was going on so I turned away and dropped to the floor. I heard the shot go off, got up and looked down the hall to see the wall and ceiling sprayed with blood and brain matter. As soon as the man's body hit the floor I heard my alarm and woke up immediately.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
I never remember my dreams, why this one?
Am I going insane?