I died in my dream. Very detailed.

[misslynn13]

I woke up from this just an hour ago. I'm still scared. I woke up in a panic, almost hyperventilating. Here it is: So my son and I were staying with family and friends in a house in a huge field in the woods. It reminded me of a camp I went to as a child. It was a fun place. My son had been playing and was dirty so we went to give him a bath. The bathroom was a building attached to the house. It had 2 doors in and out of it across from each other. It was a small space. When you walk into the 'front' door I will call it, the toilet and sink are on the left wall and the tub is along the back wall with the 'back' door right behind it. My son went to get in the bath and I met him in there. The tub was overflowing and the bathroom was filled halfway up the tub with water. We made a joke about it and laughed. When he was done getting clean he jumped out of the tub and went out the back door. I could see him get caught on something. He couldn't get off whatever it was. I couldn't get out the back door so I went out the front to go around the building to get to him. I was worried. I didn't know what was happening. When I walked out the front door, something caught me by my hair. I was struggling and started to yell but something covered my mouth and I couldn't. There was a group of our family and friends, about 10 feet away, outside talking in a group and one of them saw me. A few came to help but I gestured to get my son first as I knew whatever was holding me up, had gotten him too. They got him and then got me and we were both fine. My son was a little shaken but he is a strong boy. Then someone found something, I don't know what, and we knew someone was trying to kill all of us. My son and I were targeted simply because we were out there first. It wasn't personal. It changes to a few hours later and 3 people in a truck are coming into the field out of the woods. My son is with one of his uncles playing in some mud, they are the closest to the truck. I am a few yards away. I see the truck gunning for my son and his uncle so I scream to get their attention to get my boy out of the way. His uncle gets him out of the way just in time and the truck starts driving into the middle of the field to try to get away. One of my family, I don't know who, hooks the truck with something and it jolts hard to a stop. I check on my son to make sure he is okay, he is, so I start running for the truck. I am beyond infuriated. I am 'seeing red' as they say. When I get there only 2 of the three are still in the truck. One of the men in the truck had been pulled out by family that had gotten there before me. They look disheveled, I assumed from the way the truck was stopped. I jumped into the cab of the truck and start to choke one the men in the truck. I was saying "You tried to kill my son." Over and over. A friend of mine jumps in the truck and starts to choke the man I am choking. I got mad at my friend. This was my job. It was my baby they almost killed. My friend stopped and went to the other man still in the truck. I was totally focused on this man and taking his life for what he almost did. I wanted to see his life drain from his eyes. Then, somehow the man that was pulled out got back in the truck and the truck took off. I don't know how. I could hear my family yelling for me as they drove off with me still choking the first man. I kill him. One of the other two men pull me off the first so I start to choke him instead. I didn't care. They would all die. Then I am sitting in the passenger seat on top of the man I killed. The 2 men still left are talking about what to do with me. He looks at me so I lunge at him. I start to choke him again and the other man punches me in the face, the only time I have hit. I fall back for a second and go for the men again. I can feel the blood coming from my nose. Then one says something so I start to say something back and blood starts pouring from my mouth. I can hear them yelling that I'm going into shock, I was wondering why they cared. I start to seize and my eyes close. I can feel the wet, warm blood just flowing out of me. Then I start to feel everything shut down. I thought, "I'm not ready for this. I need to get back to my son." Finally, everything stops. I can't hear anything. I can't see anything. I'm not moving. It's nothing but black. I'm dead. And then I wake up. For a little about me that I THINK pertains to the dream: I am 23 years old. My son is 6. We like the woods. Hunting, fishing, hiking, all that. I am a fiercely protective person. I am the oldest of my siblings and myself so I have always protective them. My first sibling is only 19 months younger than me but I always felt like I was much older than him and he was my baby. He still is. They all are, my siblings and my son. I would die for them if it meant they were safe. A few months ago my neighbor, who is also a close friend, was being abused by her boyfriend. She asked for my help, so of course I helped her. We went to the police that night, she made a report, and when we got back home the boyfriend came back. He started to go after her. I got in the middle and we started to fight. He punch me in the face and split my eyebrow. I got 9 stitches. I didn't feel it when it happened or after. I never stopped fighting. If you have any questions please feel free to ask. I really need to know what this dream means. It scared me so much. And I am not an easily scared person.

[JoannaB]

I think this dream is a reflection of your being fiercely protective, so you had a nightmare in which your son and others were in danger and your mind dealt with this problem. I have in the past had a series of kidnapper dreams and I assumed that they were mostly a reflection of maternal instinct "worrying" about being able to keep my kids safe.