I have had a lot of disturbing dreams in the past, but I usually never wake up hyperventilating and crying hysterically like I did just this morning.
Let me tell you a little bit about my family before I tell you my dream. I, myself have ME/CFS, so I struggle a lot keeping my job and helping everyone all the time, not just at home, but all my friends keep nagging and expecting me to be there for them all the time, and I always have to fix everything for everyone. The only person I'd like to help now, who is ill, is my mom. Her and I are extremely close, when I turned 16 she started leaning and depending on me a lot, needing my help. She has fibromyalgia and works hard every day, both demanding physical tasks and an office job who does nothing but bringing her down.
Our past hasn't been easy, I have an older brother who has aspergers, and a difficult one. And I suspect (since it's possible its hereditary) that my dad has it too. It has been a lot of aggressive and hard times in our home, but we have solved it all and everything is just perfect.
My moms sister, my aunt, was a victim in a case of domestic violence for two years when she was together with her former husband. Before the trial (which se won, yay!) she lived with us for 10 months. Everyone loved having her here.
Her, my mom and I grew very close, and still are (for a joke I call her my 'x-tra mom' or just simply 'step-mom').

My mom is off 50% sick from work because of stress. The physical part of the work is OK, but she needed a break from the office part of it. She is completely exhausted. I try to help her as much as I can.


Now, my dream. My father, mom, aunt and I were standing in a field and my dad was hunting and shooting at birds (he doesn't usually go hunting) and then he hit one, but it didn't die yet and he had to shoot it again. While this was happening my mom and I were standing very close to each other.
Somehow, I don't remember if it was my father who did it, my mom got shot in the back and fell to her knees. My aunt and my dad didn't do anything. My mother tried to stand up, like she didn't realize she was shot, and dying. She got shot again, this time by my father, because she was struggling and in pain. She didn't give up. I managed to lay her down on her back on a bench, and sat down beside her. I looked around and my dad and my aunt had gone away.
"You need to help me, we have so much to do. We've got to do this, we have to make it". She said, as I comforted her stroking her hair and cheek while crying and then hugging her, I could feel her body just letting go and she was gone.