Thread: Worst nightmare I've ever had. What does it mean? (very long read)

I was in America with family walking when we suddenly reached this very dry almost apocalyptic car park. A robber named Ramirez or something drove in. He had a gun which he used to shoot the drivers of the two cars beside him. I began running whilst being shot at. I got to a car and got inside, only one door was open.Ramirez was following me and began shooting, first at the front window, then the opposite door window. But the bullets weren't going through. It seemed that the windows were bullet proof. He could have tried to go to the other back seat door as it was the only one open but he didn't. I was desperately wishing he didn't and praying for it to be locked and bullet proof but he didn't even bother to come around. Then suddenly I was in my room getting ready to go take a shower. For some reason the shower had moved into my mums room. I walked to her room and she was there sleeping. I woke her up and said I can't take a shower with her in the room. She had unplugged my MP4 player from the speakers and as she walked out i re-plugged them whilst feeling slightly annoyed. There were two other odd plastic circle things on her bed. I don't know what they were.

Time jumped and I was in my room, which is a room I had never seen but I knew it was mine somehow. I caught a glimpse of my sister's room, which we share in real life. It still had two beds inside and all the items I recognised from real life. My sister was sleeping in her bed. I went to her room and slept on my real bed. I don't know why but I had this sense that there were two girls aged around 5-7 downstairs watching TV. I don't know such people in real life, though I do have 2 little cousins on another continent who are aged about 7-9. I've only seen them once on a holiday in 2006. But the girls in this dream were of a different race.

THEN IT HAPPENED.
The door downstairs as I could hear was being forced open. Then someone came upstairs. It was him again, Ramirez, holding the same gun. I don't know any boys in reallife that I could compare to him. I didn't react, neither did anyone else as they were still asleep. I was just there in my bed with my blanket slighlty over my head, peeking unoticeably at what he was doing. He was now standing near my sister's bed, he appeared to be touching the blanket to hold her down or something, she tried to lift her head, struggling, unsure of the situation. Ramirez looked about 20 something years old. He shot into the blanket, she stopped moving and I saw blood on her blanket just below her neck. I wasn't reacting, I was scared and shocked yet still felt numb. I just tried to remain silent and not panic as I didn't want to aggravate him. He then walked towards my bed and shot at me randomly about 3 times, then walked to my mums room. I wasn't injured at all, I didn't try to wonder how, I just tried to lie there and play dead. I heard several gunshots coming from my mums room. She was dead. I had a glimse of the image in my head yet still wasn't reacting. Suddenly time jumped and I was now downstairs watching TV whilst sitting lazily on the couch. I just remembered that there was a see through bottle of smirnoff on my sister's bed which was half empty.

Just as I sensed I saw the two girls downstairs, one looking through the glass door that leads to the balcony, the other walking from the kitchen to the living room. She looked like the eldest of the two. She came in and stood behind the living room door and the younger girl had opened the door and was now walking to the corner of the balcony where she was no longer visible. No words or sounds were exchanged. Ramirez came downstairs. into the living room. He grabbed my arms and walked me to the staircase. He then walked back to the living room behind the door and came back a few minutes later. I was sure that he had killed the older girl although no sounds were made. Then the younger girl suddenly appeared peeking from the living room door. Ramirez went into the then walked towards the living room, pushing the younger girl out of the way, which caused her to fall and her left arm now had a long cut on it but it wasn't bleeding.

Ramirez lifted her by her arms and walked her back to the balcony. He closed the door and she ran to the corner of the balcony where she was no longer in sight. I heard him mumble something about how he would only let someone live if they are drunk. I wasn't drunk but during the whole situation I hadn't been reacting. I had a strong sense that he knew I wasn't drunk. But I tried to act drunk and stupid. he came walking towards me. I hadn't siad a word or moved. He pushed me against the staircase facing forward and violated me. Then he walked out the front door and I, acting drunk pretended to crawl up the stairs. he had dragged a neighbour out and shot him on the ground. This is in a block of flats at the top floor by the way. Tears were coming down my face and I pushed the door closed with my foot, trying to make it look accidental. I got terribly scared and started shaking as the situation began to sink in. I went down the stairs and locked all the locks on the door then ran to the living room. All i did was sit on the couch whish was uncomfortable and watched TV. It was some cartoon with fluffly colourful animals. Purple, yellow, greed and red. No, it wasn't the teletubbies. i didn't want to move because I was too scared of what I might see. Then this person walked in with a bag and a gun.
She came from upstairs. It was my sister, then she turned into Ramirez. He walked past the TV towards the window. I tried to act drunk/stupid (I'm not sure) and said "purple" in a silly voice whilst pointing at the TV. Ramirez was wearing a purple shirt, he looked back at what I was pointing at and saw a purple fluffy animal on the screen. he peeked outside the window, walked behind me and called someone on his cell phone. He was laughing and saying "yeah I got it, it's done" Then he walked to my left side and suddenly it was my sister again. I stood up and went to the window facing her, wondering wheather I should speak or not. She seemed excited. Bag full of money in left hand, gun in right. Dressed in a colorful shirt, like a hawaiian shirt. She then said "they're all dead aren't they?" I then said "get out, I wont tell anyone, you know that" Then she asked me what I'll do. I told her to get out so I can call the police to come and get the bodies. When I said 'police' she pointed the gun at me then lowered it when I finished my sentence. She walked behind the living room door and opened a plastic box. She said "oh sh*t. yep, she's dead". I felt like puking and almost lost my balance. She came towards the balcony door, opened it and said hi to the young girl as if nothing had happened. She left the house. I saw her get into some guys car and they drove away. I called the police whilst crouched on the balcony door afraid to move.

Then I woke up and I've come downstairs and as I write this I'm feeling freaked out and am extra alert. What really freaks me out is how it all felt SO REAL. Like I had all my senses. And I googled the name Ramirez and apparently there was a serial killer called Richard Ramirez. That name gives me chills when I say it. I had never heard of such a person.