I have never had a nightmare except this one time, about two months ago.
My mother and I were in a mall of some sort, and were browsing through clothes(which was weird, since I hate shopping for clothes and don't do it unless it was absolutely necessary)when these soldiers came through the doors, uniform, rifle, the whole getup, and started to kill people. My brain registered(somehow)that it was wartime, and I had confidence that neither my mother nor I would be killed. My dream brain thought something along the lines of 'they wouldn't kill us, the upper class are safe'. Weird. That part was probably brought on because my family was considered to have some money when I was a kid. But moving on. Some others and my mother seemed to have the same thoughts, and just watched the massacre that was happening. No one screamed or ran, and just looked on. Some time later, they left, taking the corpses with them. All the people that were not killed, including us, started to clean up the blood that resulted from their little shooting spree. None of us seemed that shocked- in fact, it seemed pretty regular. It was normal. It was expected.
Later on, my mother and I came back to the house that I registered as ours, but it did not look like any of the houses that I have lived in or seen. The whole area around the front entrance was spattered with blood. The bloodstain had to be at least ten foot tall and six foot wide- who knows what made it? Anyways, my dream-brain again registered it as a warning from the goverment, and then I woke up with tears running down my face.
Strange, ne? The dream world was very twisted, the lawns were too green, too trimmed, and the occasional trees were the same way. The houses were too regular, too similar. The people seemed normal at first glance, but their dulled reaction to the killing said otherwise. Christ, this is reminding me of Anthem.
