nightmare

i was at the airport. i knew that i had had this dream before. i was on the escalator, i ran into people that i knew when I was younger. there was a girl on the escalator next to mine. she was with someone who my friend said was the smartest man on the planet. very handsome, though the girl with him was even more beautiful. i shook hands with the man, he was unimpressed. i recognized the girl and her I. i told her I remembered meeting her before, she told me she did too [knowing that she understood I meant in another dream]. as we got off the escalator she started to get panicked. I asked her to come with me, she said she couldnt her parents were picking them up. the man was smiling the whole time, unconcerned. eventually she came with me, or did i go with her.. i can not remember. we were on a hill, not a grassy hill, a street, but there were beds. we were having sex, the other man, or another man, was also having sex with her. he left, we stopped having sex. it was not a sexual dream though, it did not feel like anything. we were lying in bed, things get hazy..

now my brother was with us. my brother, rob, suddenly started throwing up. I could tell she was feeling sick too, i cant recall if she threw up as well. we started to tell him to throw up in the street, not on the beds. In my dream I knew that this had happened before. I told them it must be from the pizza we ate, as that was what happened last time, although we had not eaten in this dream. I went up the hill to tell mom, asking her if she was sick, she looked sick, i told her to throw up and she would feel better. she told me she had been throwing up as had rob, she was coming out of a doorway that I assumed was a bathroom. I began to tell her that all this had happened before other, except last time there was a few minor differences [like last time there was no clean clothes to wear, I had the idea that I was naked although I was not. this time there were piles of clean laundry which I began to throw around as I explained to her that things were different this time]. when i turned back I saw my sister, jen, about to hit a brick wall with a sledge hammer. each time she touched the wall with the hammer it glowed red. i could almost see a cross in the brick wall. I ran down in a panic and told her not to, couldnt she see that the wall was turning red each time she touched it. I took the sledge hammer from her. as I did the wall, there was an old metal link on it, under the link were raised bricks, these bricks opened and closed like a door when I had the hammer. mom gasped and said ‘did you see that’. jen was confused as to why I didnt want her to hit the wall, she did not see that hidden door open. she and rob backed away and up the stairs, the wall this time was glowing red regardless of being touched. all of a sudden the floor beneath me started to shake and the air got very warm, it was hard to breathe. I started to back away, saying I could hardly breathe. they all said they felt the same way. then the ground burst open, like a trap door. I grabbed what appeared to be a frame with a door on it, I stood over the open ground which had fire beneath it and was very warm, hot air coming from beneath the hole. I started to say in a voice not my own, very deep and loud “get inside, get inside!” as if yelling at the bed energy to go through the door i was holding. suddenly mom started to laugh almost hysterically. i could feel energy passing from the hole in the ground, through the door i was holding and going back into the ground. i backed away, fearing that nothing productive was happening. suddenly, a face appeared in the hole in the ground, looking like a demon smiling. the face also looked like it was painted onto a piece of plastic. i suddenly got confused as if this was all a joke. then the face broke out of the hole. it was a small yellow balloon with a face painted on it with little legs, and it started to walk around. i ran down and attempted to stomp on it and missed. then i suddenly awoke. when I awpke I had an urge to cross myself.

I was looking for a gun in a home I was staying in, but the bed and the furniture were outside, as if the home had no walls or ceilings yet I was still considering it a home. I told the person that I was with that although we look down on guns, they are needed for home security and I had an impending feeling that something was going to happen where I needed one. I eventually found one behind the bed though it was a BB gun and I knew that I would not be able to stop whatever was coming.

[at this point i woke up and went back to sleep]

i was in a very run down building which looked like an old auto parts warehouse. there was a fence along the front yard with many spider webs in it that were very very large. the spiders on the webs were bigger than i am and in a multitude of colors. the man I was with said he was my father, though he looked nothing like my father and I looked nothing like myself. I helped him put all the trash from his small rundown house into a pile which he lit on fire. We then walked down the street to a small store and bought a six pack of beer. On the way back we passed a group of men sitting out front and he told them quietly that he was my son. They looked at me and smirked, all looked dirty and the way that 'trailer park trash' people are portrayed. We walked past them and next door were two muscular black men arguing with a black woman, in front of what appeared to be a small aircraft hanger, though inside were sleeping bags and it looked like they were camping out. I got the unmistakeable feeling that they were some kind of voodoo religion. We passed them and walked through the yard and my mother, who did not look anything like my actual mother, came out and said we had to leave. Her and my 'father' started to argue and he started pulling her hair and off her clothes. She was resisting and very distraught and they ended up going into the area with the rusted car parts. I got the feeling that he was going to rape her so I looked around for something to stop him with. I found a large wrench and tried to sneak around, waiting so that he would not see me. At this point I was almost experiencing this out of body. It was hard for me to get to a place where I could do something and not be seen and as I was realizing this she picked up a weapon and started hitting him with it, though I could not see what damage she was doing as my vision was blocked. I then saw his hand reach out and grab the weapon and he came into view, then with a cold distant look in his eyes he started to hit her on the back of the head. I ran and jumped into his car which I then drove down the road. At this point I was seeing this from a third perspective as well as seeing it through the eyes of the boy I was supposed to be. I was driving down the road and not doing too well a job of it, hitting other cars and going off road, as if I was too young to have learned how to drive. Then I awoke.

The person I was in the dream was not me, nor the mother and father as mine, and the area did not look familiar to my waking life. The only thing that was familiar to me was that I have had this dream before, yet without the rape and murder of my 'mother'. I am not sure if I just do not remember that part, but as I was walking to the store and cleaning out his house, I remember feeling, in the dream, that this was not my first time there. When I awoke I vaguely remember certain instances, like getting the beer, happening in a dream I have had before.
This isn't the first time that I have had the same dream more than once with different outcomes.