I had a dream last night...
I was at my parents, then Kyle needed someone to help him and his dad move. So I have a truck and thought I might be of use. We moved his stuff, no big deal. He moved out to the middle of no-where. There were a lot of trees and I had to take a random freeway, get off, and then drive for a long time, through what seemed like San Francisco. After I arrived we unloaded the stuff and chilled for awhile. There was a massive lake about 100 feet from his house. All of a sudden a massive missile and a F-16 jet when whizzing by. I looked and then out of the lake hundreds of nuclear missiles came flying out of the lake.
I said, "Oh God... I need to go see if my family is okay."
So I ran to my truck and drove home. On my way, in the streets of psudo-San Francisco, a weird guy with white hands and a black robe tried to steal my car. Or maybe kill me? I don't know exactly, but I just kept driving fast. He ran for me, and he nearly caught me. That was a scary moment.
Everything was looking good when I got to the freeway, but there were no cars. None at all. Freaky...
I got back home and hardly parked my car, I ran inside to see what was going on. My house was empty...
Completely empty. No mom. No dad. No brother or sisters. I started to freak out. Then I prayed, and thought, maybe this is just a dream...
That's when I woke up. Terrified.
It's odd, because I'm not one to remember my dreams, but lately I've been having a lot of nightmares, and remembering them. I wonder why that is.
*sighs* I hope that never happens in my lifetime. . .
