Dream
Just had the weirdest dream. I ended up dying too.
In the dream I was a baby, maybe around one year old, and I had three older siblings, two girls and one boy, they were children too. I believe we lived alone or there wasn't an adult there at the time. I was downstairs with my sister, it was late afternoon, and I was trying to fall asleep on the couch. I heard a noise come through the front door, someone came in and walked hurriedly up the stairs. I heard what sounded like a struggle, then things went silent. The person had come downstairs to where my sister and I were at. It was a tall, thin, well-dressed woman in white clothing. She hurried over to my sister (who had been standing next to the living room entryway), I could see them struggling and it looked as though the woman was trying to kill her. I got up from the couch and tried to quietly go over to the closet quickly, which left me slightly hidden since there had been a large dresser right next to it. In front of the closet, there was a large pile of clothing. I covered my body to try to hide myself, and I was about to cover my head, but it was too late. The woman approached me with what looked like a deflated beach ball balloon, knelled down and pressed the deflated balloon over my face (I had been lying on my back). All I could think while I was slowly suffocating was "so, this is it." A few seconds later I heard a voice say something about insurance money (I mean it was a voice speaking to me, it wasn't a physical person in the house). All four of us had been killed.
When I woke up, I was thinking about how there are children going through much worse in reality than what I experienced in my dream, and that's a really sad and scary existence.
In the dream I was a baby, maybe around one year old, and I had three older siblings, two girls and one boy, they were children too. I believe we lived alone or there wasn't an adult there at the time. I was downstairs with my sister, it was late afternoon, and I was trying to fall asleep on the couch. I heard a noise come through the front door, someone came in and walked hurriedly up the stairs. I heard what sounded like a struggle, then things went silent. The person had come downstairs to where my sister and I were at. It was a tall, thin, well-dressed woman in white clothing. She hurried over to my sister (who had been standing next to the living room entryway), I could see them struggling and it looked as though the woman was trying to kill her. I got up from the couch and tried to quietly go over to the closet quickly, which left me slightly hidden since there had been a large dresser right next to it. In front of the closet, there was a large pile of clothing. I covered my body to try to hide myself, and I was about to cover my head, but it was too late. The woman approached me with what looked like a deflated beach ball balloon, knelled down and pressed the deflated balloon over my face (I had been lying on my back). All I could think while I was slowly suffocating was "so, this is it." A few seconds later I heard a voice say something about insurance money (I mean it was a voice speaking to me, it wasn't a physical person in the house). All four of us had been killed.
When I woke up, I was thinking about how there are children going through much worse in reality than what I experienced in my dream, and that's a really sad and scary existence.