I'm not 100% sure that I remember every detail or the beginning of the dream, or if anything I "remember" the dream is even the whole story, but here we go...
I'm walking down a dark hallway, with debris and ruined storefronts on each side. I should be afraid, no, terrified, but for some odd reason, I'm not. All I know is that "they" took something from me, and I'm determined to get it back. I'm not even sure who "they" are or what "it" is, but that I should be scared of them and that I want what they took back. Everything goes black, and the next thing I know, I'm on my way back out of the terrible place, but on the way, I get ambushed! I somehow manage to fight them off and escape, but as I reach the exit, I suddenly remember that my mother had come with me. She's screaming for me to run, to escape, so I do.
I'm sitting in large shed with all of my extended family, when one of my uncles comes in with the report that "they" are digging a hole. For some reason, I feel a strong urge to go see it for myself, so I step outside. The moment my feet hit the dirt, my body begins to change, and I morph into a tiny little dandelion fluff (explanation at the end). I float to the top of the dark hill where "they" reside, I perch on the roof of my ruined home, that "they" have turned into "their" evil liar of sorts. I see several hooded figures digging a hole, then, one of them emerges from the house, wheeling a gurney. On the gurney, theirs a figure, shrouded by a white sheet. When "they" unwrap the object, what I see, makes my want to puke, cry, and kill them all at once... it's my mother... well, her corpse. She's bloated and barely recognizable. Her once-beautiful face is now marred beyond recognition, her hair has all but been ripped out of her head, and she has a gun shot wound, right in the middle of her forehead. Her body is spliced open like some dissection project, and a look of terror is permanently etched onto her face. That's when I woke up...
I woke up crying from this dream and it continued to haunt me for the next couple weeks. One positive thing about that dream, is that I made me realize how much I love my mom. Also, the dandelion fluff thing was probably my brain relating dandelions to my mom, because it's been a thing since I was little, I would bring her dandelions to "make wishes", we would go outside so that she could blow them, and she would always try to blow the seeds into my hair.
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