Just some background before I post the dream... I'm 17, frequently in a state of depression, and have no omnipotence in my dreams. I used to be able to do what is described here as 'lucid dreaming' in middle school but I can no longer. I'm also new lol.

I can only recall the end of the dream, but I vaguely remember being in the garden section of Wal*Mart with a friend of mine before this. My mother, 16 year old brother, and I were in a large hotel room that reminded me of an airport terminal. My mom and brother were in one twin-sized bed and I was in the other. There was nothing sexual going on. The beds were fairly close to each other and near the right side of the wall, which had no windows. On the left side of the beds were 15-20 business men sitting in those crappy chairs they have in airport terminals. They were all preoccupied and oblivious to us. I was clad in nothing but my underwear, my mom was in her pajamas, and my brother in his everyday clothes. My hair was extremely short (my hair is actually 3 feet long). I was folding t-shirts in a laundry basket off the side of the bed (of the shirts only two were actually in our household: one being mine and the other my brothers. The other shirts were all related to my brother's) and was complaining about him having more and better shirts than me. When I finished folding them I stood up and walked at front of the bed and started screaming 'LOOK AT ME' while doing this weird pelvic thrusting motion and making gestures towards my genitals (I'm not sure who/what I was doing this towards. I think I was facing the business men or the wall, but not my family). I then sat down on the edge of the bed. Then sirens started going off and the room was flashing red as if it had alarms on the walls. A voice came on over an intercom but I can't recall what it was saying. Then a business woman stood up and walked over to an old-fashioned dial TV and turned it on. The 'camera' panned in on the TV where a reporter was delivering a breaking story about a Polaris missile going off on Ground Zero, New York (post-9/11). There was footage of burning buildings, decimated overpasses, and bodies littering the streets. Then there was footage of fire men in hazard suits attempting to put out some of the fires. One of them tripped over a deformed carcass and fell into a large hole in the street. The 'camera' then panned off the TV back into the room where this disgusting sitcom laugh-track was filling the room as everyone but me was laughing hysterically. I woke up after that.

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