I had a dream a few days ago that me and three other people were going to rob this family's house. We were successful the first time around, though for some reason it took me a long time to get out the house. We took two cars and one car drove of and my partner was telling me to hurry up because the cops were closing in. After we made it out, we celebrated and the two leaders decided to hit the house one more time. Me and the other girl was reluctant about it, but we did it. This time around, I got a bar of gold so I hide in a Scooby Doo head statue I had. I felt really bad because I saw the father crying, but I tried to push it out of my head. We had on masks though so he couldn't see us. Later on, the reluctant girl and I saw someone who allegedely said they knew we robbed them and threatened to turn us in. The robber girl got mad at this as the girl walked off somewhere (presumably to tell the cobs), but we notice she only revealed the identity of the two leading robbers because we both had remorse and they didn't. Well the father we robbed from came up to me and just looked at me like he knew who I was. I began to feel bad and gave him his bar of gold back since he had a family. Nothing happened to me.
In my most recent dream, I dreamed that my mom brought me a little ceasars pizza. It was slightly burned, yet tasty-looking. I wanted the whole thing to myself, but my nephew wanted a slice so my mom told me to give him one and he got the best piece. Then his mom and dad came to pick him up and as he was getting in the car, one of the church boys I knew came into my room and laid down three action figures he had, one of them dressing like a Spartan. He told me that the church said they were giving up something to someone else and he decided to give me the action figures. Then he told me he gave me one of them in particular (couldn't remember what it was) because lesbians play with them. I was like "what the heck" in my mind. I repeted to him what he said and told him just to keep all of action figures and/or give them to my nephew. My nephew didn't want them either. Well after everyone had left, it had gotten dark, but then it turned to day again and out of nowhere while my mom was cooking, Malachi from Children of the Corn (keep in mind I have NEVER seen any of those films and I intend on keeping it that way) and he was wrecking things in my home. He took out our ceiling light and shattered it. I called for my mom and ranoutside and he kept throughing stuff at us. I was about to call the cops, but he disappeared, and when I let my guard down, he came back with some coffe mugs and started throwing them at me. One hit my arm and made it sore. That's when I decided to call the cops. He got in a green family van with two babies and drove off. My mom asked if he was gone for good and I told her he will be back and sure enough, I saw the van pulling back around, but into my neighboor's houe and he started harassing her spraying her house a garden hose. While he was doing that, I gave dispatch the information they needed (even though the lady over the phone was taking a long time. By that time, he and the van was back at my house and I screamed at the dispatcher that he was here and about to kill me (he had a small blow-torch-like instrument) and then she told me "I will call you back." and hung up. I was hoping that the cops would be rushing by, but in my heart I knew I was screwed, but I tried to hang on until the cops got there. I made sure to keep an eye on him while keeping myself out of danger. At this point we were around the back of the house. He must had figured the cops were closing in so he told me "lets see if you can keep up with me." and ran around the side of the house. My mother was still at the front of the house and I was about to yell to her to keep an eye on him, but then I realized that she was too old and slow and wouldn't hear me anyways. I knew he was just going to disappear again and if I followed him, he could come out of nowhere and blow torch me. I knew he would be gone enough for the cops to come, figure that he's gone, they would leave, and he would come back to finish he job. It was at that point in the dream that I said "okay, there's no hope of this dream playing out well, so I'm going to wake up now," and I woke up. Gosh what a nightmare! I'm still shaken up over it.
