I had the weirdest dream ever!

So, this afternoon, I wasn’t feeling well and had to lie down because of pains in my stomach, and I fell asleep. I had the weirdest dream. Here is what I can remember of it :

I was in a minivan with my older sister and some other people (who I didn’t know in real life but apparently knew them in the dream). We were going down to my father’s house (an old house way out in the country on a dirt road) where my younger sister (A) was living. I said, “Oh I want to go talk to A about Mom.” And my oldest sister (E) said, “Oh, you can never talk to her, she’s always in the office.” She said this in her sarcastic narcisstic way. I was still going to go and try to speak to A, but by the time I got out of the minivan, everyone else had already gotten out of the van and gone in and I realized there was a baby in a babyseat in the front passenger seat and I couldn’t leave the baby alone. So, I had to stay beside the van. I turned my head and looked at the house and when I looked back in the van, the baby IN its carseat had moved from the passenger side to the driver side! Stil buckled into its carseat! And it was like a 7 month old baby or so.

I realized that the baby could reach the steering wheel and maybe the gears, so I was trying to figure out how that baby moved seats and then everyone came back to the van and A, who was apparently the mother of that baby, said, “Oh, she does that all the time” (LOL) and then proceeded to take a pair of scissors and cut the baby out of the carseat–cut the babyseat straps–instead of just unbuckling them.

THEN, we all got in the minivan, except A and the baby, and we went to search for Mom. It was kind of like in a post-apocolyptic setting with the world all dark like in a post apocolyptic movie. Anyway, somehow we reached this place where they were holding people captive, and one of the guys in the van had been involved in some crime with his friend and his friend had been captured and taken to this place, and I wanted to see if Mom was there too. So we had to get in a long line of suvivors moving slowly towards this check station and then people were being “contained” or held captive in these sheds.

We finally got “processed” and sent to a shed and when we went in there were about 6 or 7 people there. Some were like a family , it seems there were a few kids, and different hallways and areas. And I guess A was also working there. So there was this very old lady, around 99 years old sitting in a wheel chair and her eyes were white because she was blind with cataracts, and I ran to the guy that was the friend of the guy in the van, and asked him, “Do you know where my mother is?” and he pointed to the old lady in the wheelchair.

I stared at her and found it so hard to recognize her and I felt so heartbroken. I ran to her and grabbed her hands and said, “Mom!” and she said, “Oh, I thought you were Elizabeth!” and I said, “I am Elizabeth!” and then we started working on plans to get her out of there. I was so sad that she was all alone and in such poor condition.

I discovered that there was only one way to escape and it was through a back door through an adjoining shed, but there was a giant black vicious wolfish dog there ready to eat anyone who stepped foot in the shed. So, while I was trying to figure out how to break out of there, the rest of the people I was with, somehow managed to figure it out and escape! I was left with Mom and I was determined to figure a way to get us both out.

I experimented with stepping into the shed, but the dog which was about as tall as I am jumped up with teeth barred and growled like he meant business. So, I went back into the main shed/cabin area and Mom was young (like maybe 20) and was up and going down to where the line of people was to get food and bringing it back to eat. I thought maybe if we could get enough food and save it up for a few days, we might be able to distract the dog with food. But before I had a chance to explain that to Mom, the phone rang and woke me up.

IN REAL LIFE: In real life, both of my parents have been dead for a long time. Mom died 21 years ago on Dec 10th. Dad died the following July. His old house on the dirt road was sold before he died (sold by him) and it has been renovated and rented out for the past 20 years. This is about the fifth dream I’ve had about my younger sister living in Daddy’s house. That is so weird. I have no idea what the dream means. Or what the dog means. Or why I would’ve had such a weird dream. I woke up missing my mother.