The dream began with my friend Patty and I running around the entrance of the neighborhood, frantically trying to catch my cats, Tebow and Lucy. We finally scooped them up and began walking back to my house to bring them home.
My neighbor drove past Patty and I, and just as I went to wave, a speeding car smashed into my neighbor. Mr. G’s car spun out of control, lifted up into the air like a tornado and smashed back onto the ground.
I looked over and instead of Patty and the cats standing next to me, my mom and sister had appeared. I remember hearing shrieks of agony coming from inside the car, as neighbors began pouring out of their houses to inspect the scene. A group of people ran past me with paper towels in their hands to wipe the blood off the accident victims. A very attractive African American woman crawled out of the car and I ran up to her and remember wiping blood off her forehead.
Afterwards, I walked down to the end of my neighbor’s driveway and stared blankly at a huge stack of compressed chairs. I looked up into the sky and Mr. Scrooge flew by in a giant potato helicopter.
Next; I was sitting in my neighbor’s garage watching people play ping pong (I was only able to identify two of the people). We decided to go to the movies. I can’t remember the movie, but I remember someone saying it got 3.5/5 stars.
The garage walls and floor started rattling and started moving as windows appeared on the walls. The garage transformed into a limousine.
I was staring out of the limo window, mesmerized as colossal mega mansions passed by, houses with beautiful landscaping and waterfalls. I was in awe.
We got out of the limousine and I was in a third world country. We were walking in mud along this narrow path of terrain, like a plateau. There was a fence on both sides of the pathway with a beach below us.
On one side of the beach people were relaxing, like a normal beach scene. On the other side of the beach, there were hundreds of people running in some sort of military training.
A couple holding a baby’s hand were laughing in the mud.
An ex gym trainer was leaning against the fence holding a machete, while lecturing me on how expensive college is. Then an extremely corky girl, around my age, joined our conversation and she reminded me of Eliza Thornberry. I began panicking when I looked around and realized everyone from the limousine had left without me.
I started sprinting down the muddy pathway, screaming for my friends to wait for me, but got sidetracked when I spotted a huge pile of keys. I noticed a familiar key chain in the pile and grabbed it from the entangled pile. It was my set of keys. I got up and kept running as the sky started getting darker and darker.
I specifically remember the time of day shifting from late afternoon to evening/night time at this point in my dream. I was still on the muddy passageway and began hearing noises in the distance. I kept running until I spotted a group of wild horses in the distance. There was a fork in the road, so I followed the horses and the next thing I knew, the horses had disappeared and I was in my neighborhood cold-a-sac.
I hurried towards my house and the bat mobile drove past me. I approached my house and noticed a really creepy, run down ice cream truck sitting in my next door neighbor’s driveway. I walked over to the truck to investigate it, but thick fog started spewing out of the vehicle, so I walked away from it and over to my house. I tried to get into my house, but the front door was locked. I tried using the key I retrieved from the pile, but it wouldn't work. I walked back out onto the driveway and realized the garage door was open, but it wasn't a moment ago.
There were massive pile of Christmas decorations, the size of an SUV, blocking my way to the kitchen door. I started climbing and crawling under and over the decorations like a ninja. As I was climbing over one of the decorations, the attic door slammed above me.
I screamed and leaped off a giant ornament and ran through the kitchen door without opening it. Apparently I have ghost-like powers. haha I set the house alarm and ran to my parents’ bedroom. Before I woke them up, I remember staring at them and wondering why they were sleeping on opposite sides of the bed that they usually sleep on. I started shaking them to tell them someone was in our attic. I started talking but nothing was coming out of my mouth.
My parents knew I was upset and jumped out of bed. The three of us crept down the hallway. As we turned the hall corner and into the living room, all of our furniture was rearranged and flipped upside down.
Then I woke up.