The Dream Thread

[Brittany]

I dreamed there was this guy everyone said was a terrorist, who was on the run. For some reason my dad was selected to hunt him down and kill him. My dad had this device that would slow down time, and planned to use it to catch the guy. I wanted nothing to do with it, but he said "It's your responsibility as a citizen to see this." and he made me come with him.

He went into this restaurant. It was raining and I was standing outside. Suddenly the raindrops started falling really, really slowly, and I saw the guy come running out of the restaurant in slow mo. He ran down the street and my dad, not affected by the time slow, came out and shot him to death in the streets. I watched the man cry out as bullet holes filled him, but even after time returned to normal no one would help him.

I began investigating and learned there was substantial evidence that the man was innocent, and became very upset. At some point after this I thought I had woken up.

I walked out into the hall and everything was reversed, i.e. the doors that should have been on the right side of the hall were on the left. Everything was its exact opposite. I walked into a room where my parents were laying on the bed, and for some reason my dad got up and we ended up getting in the car.

As we were driving, all the roads were reversed as well. I knew I was dreaming, but I couldn't come out of the dream. Usually when I lucid dream it's a challenge to not immediately wake up, but this time I was so firmly rooted in this dream there seemed to be no way to escape it.

We started driving through the neighborhood and I realized the houses were different. Row after row of the exact same huge house with red shutters. As I pointed this out to my dad as proof that I was dreaming, he started driving faster an his energy changed, and I realized something was REALLY wrong.

I tried to push him away from me and he yelled "Satan!", then started laughing maniacally. He grabbed onto me and wouldn't let me go and it hurt, and the whole time we're barreling up the road. Everything started shrinking until it felt like there was no car or road, just me and this man who was obviously not my father. I tried and tried to scream but no sound would come out.

I finally started coming out of the dream, and he literally pulled me back into it...drug me back into the dream and said "You think I'll let you go?" That kind of thing has never happened in my dreams before.

It took every ounce of will I had to claw my way out of that dream, little by little. I finally got my voice back and started screaming, pushing against the wall of the dream until I finally broke through it and woke up for real.

It took me a good bit of time to go back to sleep after this. I called my angels and did some clearing work and didn't have any other nightmares for the rest of the night. I've been having some crazy experiences lately (almost all of them very positive and in no way uncomfortable), which makes me rather eager to interpret the symbology of this dream.

This is not the first dream where someone has attacked me in the guise of my father while I was lucid dreaming. I had a lot of anger toward my father as a child (we've long since reconciled), and I wonder if this is what causes that form to be so popular.