Thread: Please interpret this for me.

This is actually my twin sister's dream, but I am interested in knowing what you guys think! I took this off her facebook. This is my very first post.

"I had a dream last night - nightmare, really - and it was the worst one I'd ever had in my life. But the most realistic. Of course, this morning I'm over my fears and am okay but last night I was really upset by it.

Here's what happened:

It was a dark early evening and I was driving home from work, much like any other night. I approached the roundabout, which was more congested than I had ever seen it. I was at the yield sign, when I noticed a bus on its side, sliding through the roundabout, along with many other cars that were crashing and swerving. I looked opposite the bus and saw cars just backing up. When I looked a little past that, I saw an angry riot. They were obviously dangerous, because they had caused all this commotion. When I was able to concentrate on my area, I saw a car backing right in to me - I mean, this person was flooring it. So I quickly threw my car in reverse and did what I could to get out of the way. There was no hope. Cars were bumper to bumper and piling on top of one another. I looked down at my floorboard full of bags and my purse and wallet and other personal belongings, grabbed my cell phone and ran. I left my car door open and everything. Every other person had begun to abandon their vehicles because something was about to go down.

I ran to the nearest building and to the side of a desk, as tucked in as I could get. I was alone and scared for my mom. These rioters were coming from her direction and I had hoped they didn't make it as far as the North end of the island. There was no way I could get in touch with her, for she has no cellphone.

As I listened to cars and buildings being smashed and demolished, I concentrated on the uproar of the people. They sounded like mad animals. I knew exactly what was happening; the world had broken out in to chaos and at this point, not even the police could help. Screams from innocents being murdered and cries from the lost drowned my head with fear. I was just waiting on somebody to find me and after that, I couldn't think about what might happen.

Just then, an older, overweight woman, carrying a very old, black Dell laptop came in and sat down at a desk behind a wall, almost as if she knew she would not be found there. She barely looked at me but was fully aware of my presence. She explained to me that she would be alright. She was just going to check on her family. "I can do that, you know. All of their email addresses are in this very laptop." I felt bad for her. I couldn't respond. I didn't want to tell her that not only is her family probably dead, they won't be able to check their email, if she could, in fact, even send an email.

I recognized sounds the crowd was making at this point. Fire had long ago started and there was not one soul in their right mind. I might have blacked out or allowed myself to disappear for a few minutes because when I became conscious again, the old woman and her belongings were gone. The crowd was drunk, literally and figuratively. At this point, they really were like animals. I wondered if there was anybody else who had gotten away or was hiding like I was.

In the early, early morning, I peered out and noticed immediately all the bodies of the crazed beings who had tormented the streets just hours before. There was no motive for killing most of these people and I knew that. I looked up and saw a man chasing the last of the crowd away from the roundabout. I thought maybe it was the police that had gained some kind of control back. But even if it was, I knew the world was ending and it was probably only a matter of a day or two before another group of people followed in the same doomed footsteps as the others.

Suddenly, I was in my sister's bathroom with her. We were making our best attempts at getting ready. I looked out the window and there was a man standing there, staring at me, expressionless. I noticed every detail about him. He looked like he was a surfer, with long blonde hair and a very harsh face. I closed the shade and told Elizabeth to hurry.

We found my car - which had turned in to Elizabeth's car - and I got in the driver's seat. We headed down the deserted road towards our Mom's house and I remember the last thing I asked her was, "Do you want to go to church with me on Sunday?" I looked at her and she had stopped breathing. It's like she forgot. She stared, dead out of the windshield and I stopped the car. I was doing what I could to walk her through how to breathe again. I was begging her to relax. And she wouldn't.

And this is the most unrealistic part: smoke started coming out of her mouth, piling up, like cigarette smoke does when there is no wind to blow it away. It sad, hovering over her face.

And my worst fear crossed my mind, that she had literally been looking at something out the window. And for fear of what it was, I woke up."