My alarm went of at 6:04, I hit snooze. I wish I hadn’t. I had a terrible nightmare.
I don’t recall exactly everything that happened. It was different than most dreams I have. Everything was spaced out and really strange.
The first thing I remember is walking behind this plaza thing, and the ground was flooded with water that was about thigh high. There were these guys back there cleaning up the trash and I told them I needed to get bees (I hate bees). They filled up this brown paper bag with bees and I started walking back towards the front of the plaza. As I am walking I notice all these posters. They reminded me of WWII propoganda except it was a man dressed like a black panther on the poster. It was pouring rain and I started running and dropped the big bag full of bees. I don’t remember what happens next but I ended up at my relatives house. My cousins who live in Texas were there and their mom. I had to pee really bad in my dream and I asked my aunt where the bathroom is, she pointed to the back and said it’s the only door on the left. I walk into the room and it was completely full of garbage. It wasn’t even a bathroom. I was trying to figure out where the toilet was when my cousins walked in and started going in this toy box thing. Then they told me my uncle was home and I should go see him ( I probably haven’t seen him in 8 years and wasn’t about to go talk to him). Then suddenly everything changed and I was on the side of the road with my boyfriend, Atticus. It was pouring rain and something happened to him but he was laying there dying. I was just balling trying to find someone to help and out of nowhere I was suddenly in this old warehouse, but I wasn’t actually present, I was just watching this gang and they were robbing this guy who happend to be my old friend Dylan. Suddenly there was a storm of bullets and they shot him. Then as soon as he was shot I appeared in the scene and ran over to Dylan. He was trying to make jokes and ask me dumb questions. Then it was like I kept getting spun around or something because one second I was holding onto Atticus crying and the next I was holding onto Dylan crying.
It was really messed up. I don’t know what would have ended up happening because I was crying so hard I woke myself up from the dream and turned to Atticus and didn’t let him go for about 20 minutes.
The whole thing that is also so crazy to me is that when I woke back up it was only 7:02. It’s just crazy how I could go the entire night without recalling a single dream, but in between alarms I had this awful nightmare.
