I arose in the dream world. Unsure if I was dreaming or in a parallel world. Sometimes I feel as if when I dream, I truly am Astral projecting my spirit.
This time I was at my dad's house. A modest 3 bedroom home he converted into a extra two bedrooms and bath.
Inside was three of my brothers; Cameron, Preston, and Elijah. This isn't too unusual except we don't live together anymore as adults.
I was tending to my dog Blue who shitted inside the house. My stepmother grew angry so I tried to clean the mess quickly.
She was saying something when I glanced over at my uncle David. This is strange. David is my uncle, but on my mother's side. I am his caretaker. The same most be true in this world, dimension, dream, or whatnot.
My brother Cameron and his girlfriend went out the door leading to the backyard. I was soon behind to dispose of the handfuls of coal wrapped in papertowels.
I heard screams as they came running back at me. Inside the house and dust where they once stood. A masked figured held a machete. It was Michael Myers, or at least somebody dressed as him.
My feet reacted before my brain could think rationally. I ran, tossed the shit his way and on the streets I emerged. A shot was fired.
A gun. He had a gun. Run. That was all I could think. I ran. My disabled uncle and dog unable to fight for themselves. My heart raced as the street lead me to consciousness.
My heart was pounding. The flight response was active. It was as if I was still afraid for my life. The only difference, I was home safely tucked in my bed.
This left me plagued with one question. Would I really leave my uncle? This made me think about my escape plan if a accident happened. Grab the passports, dog and uncle. Get in car and drive. I would like to think i would act rationally. Perhaps dreams are to prepare us for our worst fears.