I'm laying down at the opposite end of my bed that i sleep at in real life, it's late night maybe early morning, and I sense someone at my window. My cat and my niece are laying in front of me for some reason. The window is open and so is the curtains and blinds. But I'm so tired i ignore the feeling and try to go back to sleep, then I realize my curtains are swaying violently in and out like they're reaching for me. So I turn around and realize my dad is outside at my window trying to grab my arm and fucking with me. I scream to my mom who for some reason is in my sisters room next room and we can communicate as if no wall separates us, she down plays it and says I'm over reacting. So i try to go back to sleep and then my dads arm come for me again and I scream at him and my mom comes and then shes see's i was telling the truth and we shut all the windows and yell that we'll call cops on him if he doesn't leave out the gate.
I'm in what I accept as my room in the dream, (but in waking life isn't my room) I'm sitting on the floor it has grey carpet. The floor has a lot of clutter and there is a large long square piece of wood in front of me. Some scruffy looking guy walks into my room without knocking and talks to me. He looks a few years older than me. We hear my mom coming and we become in a hurry, he quickly rolls me a cigarette,and then lays it on the wood, it looks greasy and I think why did he do that as I quit smoking but I think to myself I smoke it anyways. Then he leaves and my mom comes in and just stands there rushing me because we have to go somewhere so I start picking up this money all over my floor before she see's it and takes it. I worry my mom will see the cigarette sitting there but I dont bother trying to hide it, I somehow know she wont look at it. I see larger bills, $50's $20's $100's and lots of quarters and a handful of pennies that I don't end up grabbing, just the quarters. It seems money keeps popping up in a crevice, it's endless and my mom is rushing me more and more.
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