My Disturbing Dream (LONG)

@breepeace (3027)
Canada
April 7, 2007 10:44am CST
I woke up this morning shaking, and seriously upset because of this disturbing dream I was having. The weirdest thing about it was that there were no triggers for it, the most disturbing movie I've watched recently was 'Blood Diamond' and I didn't finish it feeling disturbed, just disappointed. Anyone have any insight? Here it goes: The dream starts out with my boyfriend, my friend and I sitting in a coffee shop. The waitress comes up to take our order, takes his, takes hers and ignores me. I get up, go find her and tell her politely to scrap it all, and then announce a little louder that if "she's going to take an order, perhaps she should take the order from EVERYONE at the table?", and I leave to go back to the table. When I get there, there's a sleazy looking couple in my spot and my boyfriend and friend aren't to be seen. Even worse, the female half of that couple is going through my purse. I grab it from her, start stuffing everything she's pulled out and put on the table and turn to leave. My boyfriend is standing behind me and he looks pretty beaten up. I hear the guy say, "Listen sweetheart, you wouldn't like to look like that, would you? Leave it be." I turned back to the couple and was like, "You're Monsters.. why would you do that?". He just smiles and he's missing teeth. I grab my boyfriend's hand and head out of the coffee shop.. the couple follows us. We run through the parking lot, find his car, get in and drive the couple of blocks home, where we evidently own a large, old house right at the top of a hill. We see an old seventies muscle car slow down in front of our house, and then speed down the hill. We go inside, and my boyfriend tells me that the couple came over, and started being pushy about wanting to sit at our table. My friend left, and Wayne told them politely to leave. The guy took him outside, and took a few rounds out of him. I cleaned up his face and told him he needed to call the police and go to the hospital. He declines, and that would be odd for him in real life, he would do both. He's very peaceloving. Anyway, it skips forward to the next day. Wayne and I are driving through the parking lot of the coffee shop on our way to the convenience store next door and he points at a tan colored muscle car, surrounded by a couple of punk looking guys and the sleazy girl. "That's them", he says, "I'm sure of it." We pull into the convenience store and I reach into my purse and tell him he's calling the police right now, except my cell phone appears to be gone. I see my good friend Shane walking across the parking lot towards the group, so I prompt Wayne to pull out his and text him a warning not to. I have a bad feeling. He obviously gets the text, because he stops, checks his phone and starts walking towards the convenience store. I get out of the car and motion him over to us, being careful that they can't see me. "What's up", he asks, "You texted me this morning?". I point at the convenience store, and crack the car door open and ask Wayne how quickly and quietly he can sneak out the door. He surprises me. We all walk inside the store. I explain the entire situation to Shane behind the chips, and that I didn't send him any messages, but that my phone disappeared around the time of the altercation. We dial directory assistance looking for the number for the police detachment in the area, and hear the bell on the door ring. One of the punk looking guys comes in the door and heads for the cooler. We all duck down and slip into the woman's washroom and lock the door. We finish the phone call, and start dialing the police number when we hear banging and an angry male voice yelling something at us. I point at the window above the toilet and say, 'We need to get out'. Wayne stands on the toilet to get a better view, and since the coast is clear, he opens it and shimmies out. Shane follows suit. They're both on the ground and yelling at me to jump out, and looking scared over their shoulder. I open the window, and Wayne makes a quick motion to go back in and they run. I call 911, report what's happening, wait for her to tell me a car has been sent and then hang up. I need to figure out what to do. I crack open the door, see, that the convenience store is empty except for a Muslim clerk reading the paper at the till, so I walk out and look out the glass front. Wayne's Mini is sitting outside the store, but I don't have the keys, so that's out and I can't very well walk home by myself, nor do I want to wait inside the store for help. I happen to see a few guys from high school walking by with their shirts off (which is weird, because I don't live in my hometown), none of which I knew very well, but well enough that they'd recognize me. I walk out, and up to the one I knew the best, Aaron, and ask where they're heading. They point down the street in the direction of my house, and I ask if they mind if I walk with them. They don't mind and I start telling them what's happening and why I look so scared. Aaron gives me his shirt and headphones, the other guy Matt gives me his hat to pull me hair up and they tell me to take off my rings, earrings and bracelet. I do, and they tell me I look sufficiently different. We're almost at my house and it's getting dark, but I see a few people milling on my lawn. None of them are in uniform, and they all look pretty menacing. One guy yells something about burning the house down with a bunch of expletives tossed in. The one guy with me, Duy, suggests we find a way to the back door of the house. The way the house is situated, it's right at a T intersection, with the street leading down to the coffee shop running right up to the house, and another street with a hill running across that. Down the hill are a bunch of abandoned buildings, sheds, etc, and farther up past our house(about half a block) is the first house. He suggests we go down to the abandoned buildings so we sneak in the back way, but when we do, we see a whole lot of people in the backyard, too. We're standing between some buildings with a clear view and Duy says he's going to make a phone call. I see the front few pages of a newspaper sitting by his feet, and a face I recognize. It's the guy from the coffee shop and evidently there's a warrant out for his arrest for murder charges. Duy finishes his call and says his friend will b right there. This big guy walks around the corner, Duy greets him and then explains the situation to him. The guy looks up the hill at my house, shakes his head and says, "They're untouchable. Can't do it, man." Suddenly I hear chanting, so we all peek around the corner of the house and see what appears to be a large group of people sitting crosslegged in the grass, chanting. There's a man on a podium in front of them, chanting with his eyes closed. We exchange a glance, and I say, "Great, so there's a cult down the hill from me, people wanting to burn my house down up from me, and I can't do anything?". Suddenly a girl of about 12 or 13 walks around the corner of the house, and says, "There's people here." And that's where it ends. Sorry for the length, brevity isn't my strong suit. Any ideas? Like I said, there were NO triggers.
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@LittleMel (14055)
• Canada
9 Apr 07
That's really long dream, and strange that you can remember every details. Are you sure there are no triggers? I know you said that, but there must be something. Unless your dreams are premonitions, they are mostly describing what your subconscious are experiencing right now, it could be stress piling up for months or just something you see or experience lately and somehow your subconscious play it back.
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@breepeace (3027)
• Canada
9 Apr 07
I've always been able to remember details of my dreams up until an hour after I wake up, longer if I write them down or tell them to someone. I watched Family Guy, Blood Diamond, made turkey dinner for some friends, ate at about 6, talked to my boyfriend before bed and then settled in with my novel (a chick-lit novel called 'The Go-to Girl' by Louise Bagshaw. Nothing seems like it would have triggered it to me, nor were there any similarities between places I've been and the places I saw in this dream. For instance.. our house in the dream, I've never seen a house even similar or in an area similar. My boyfriend has not been in a fight in all the time we've known each other (7+ years), and these guys I went to school with? Haven't seen them in almost 5 years. It was just odd. Everything was so real that it scared me a bit.
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@LittleMel (14055)
• Canada
10 Apr 07
WOW so much details! It seems you are very sure about it. I hope it's just one of those meaningless dreams
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• Philippines
11 Aug 07
That was indeed long and disturbing. Dreams sometimes convey messages to teach us something about ourselves. For this they would have to be interpreted. They maybe talking about our situation and our state of mind.In short, they tell something about you. May I suggest that you visit this site if you want a serious interpretation of your dream: http://2SenseUp.blogspot.com
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@suspenseful (40316)
• Canada
11 Aug 07
I cannot make heads or tales out of these dreams. I guess they are connected and have something to do with your boyfriend. The search for a house and going into different houses, could mean that you are both in love and want to make it permanent, perhaps a wedding in the future. The scuffy people who you are seeing could be that secretly you feel unworthy of your boyfriend's love, and the guys from high school could represent your longing to be the girl you were there before life took hold of you. That when your boyfriend and the others tried to change you, maybe you feel that you have to change or you feel everyone wants you to be different from what you are. I would expect it is a mixture of your past, your longings and your fears, plus those old Tv shows you watched a while ago that you forgot about. Don't worry about me, I sometimes am rather disjointed, and do not put things in a logical order.