February 28, 2015: The dream started with me getting a new package of a game named "React" and "React II". I played a little of both, though I don't remember much of the first, or at least which was which... but I do know that in one of them, Mark played it a bit, showing his natural gaming talent. In this particular instance, we were on a mostly empty valley that had a wooden dock-like think going over a deeper part of it, even though it didn't go much further down. While walking down this area, we saw a large white spotted purple egg. Mark went to attack it, and out came swarms of little dragons. After killing so many, a hydra's head attacked us from the egg, trying to bite us. I believe we defeated it, but the dream definitely moved on from this point.
After the game, we went into the garage. The garage was pretty similar to the our real one; concrete floor, somewhat large compared to most, but what was different was how everything was stored in it. There were piles upon piles of ice cream, pop, and likely other foods. The collection looked to be large enough to be a grocery store's stock. Another oddity, perhaps, was how there seemed to be a separate garage door, and a part of a wall covering the other half that was just wide enough for a car to drive through it if one so wished to do. And connecting to the main building, was another opening for a vehicle. Anyway, while I was looking at the ice cream, hoping to find Moose Tracks, Mark said "You'd be surprised with how many obscure flavors you can't find in U.S." I took some interest into this, as I begun to follow him, convinced that there was no Moose Tracks (even though I did see some of my favorites, including mint chocolate).
When we got close to the door, I asked him how we managed to afford all of this. He responded with stepping into the main part of the house, closing the door. I didn't even have to reach the door to know he had just locked me in. From the opening on the main building came a darker, average size car. Though I didn't really see her, I knew it was Mark's wife, Mar(cela). I now knew how they had gotten the money; they had killed our father for his inheritance.
Before she could get to me, I jumped to the side and onto a high ledge that a vehicle wouldn't be able to drive on. Mar ended up crashing into one of the stacks, somehow killing her. Mark, through what seemed to be an intercom system, gave himself a quick condolence, then said that he would have to take me out. Out came a relatively large and new white truck. I knew this truck was faster and heavier then the previous car, which was, in the real world, their older car. Before he could get to me, I picked up a tan colored sandal which resembled a pair that Mark had in real life. I acknowledged this through remembering it as having been his.
Mark floored the vehicle, tossing and pushing me against the concrete wall. I put the small sandal between me and the concrete wall, somehow reducing the pain (albeit I didn't feel any really, other than a difficulty moving). It didn't take long for Mark to exclaim that my back should have crumbled into mere molecules by now. Shortly afterwards, I begun pushing back against the wall, moving the car despite its weight and speed. He yelled again, "What! There's no way! It can't be real!". This was when I yelled at the top of my lungs, blacking out.
The dream ended like this; in darkness. I felt and heard my sobbing; crying over the death of my siblings, father, and, likely, my mother.
After the game, we went into the garage. The garage was pretty similar to the our real one; concrete floor, somewhat large compared to most, but what was different was how everything was stored in it. There were piles upon piles of ice cream, pop, and likely other foods. The collection looked to be large enough to be a grocery store's stock. Another oddity, perhaps, was how there seemed to be a separate garage door, and a part of a wall covering the other half that was just wide enough for a car to drive through it if one so wished to do. And connecting to the main building, was another opening for a vehicle. Anyway, while I was looking at the ice cream, hoping to find Moose Tracks, Mark said "You'd be surprised with how many obscure flavors you can't find in U.S." I took some interest into this, as I begun to follow him, convinced that there was no Moose Tracks (even though I did see some of my favorites, including mint chocolate).
When we got close to the door, I asked him how we managed to afford all of this. He responded with stepping into the main part of the house, closing the door. I didn't even have to reach the door to know he had just locked me in. From the opening on the main building came a darker, average size car. Though I didn't really see her, I knew it was Mark's wife, Mar(cela). I now knew how they had gotten the money; they had killed our father for his inheritance.
Before she could get to me, I jumped to the side and onto a high ledge that a vehicle wouldn't be able to drive on. Mar ended up crashing into one of the stacks, somehow killing her. Mark, through what seemed to be an intercom system, gave himself a quick condolence, then said that he would have to take me out. Out came a relatively large and new white truck. I knew this truck was faster and heavier then the previous car, which was, in the real world, their older car. Before he could get to me, I picked up a tan colored sandal which resembled a pair that Mark had in real life. I acknowledged this through remembering it as having been his.
Mark floored the vehicle, tossing and pushing me against the concrete wall. I put the small sandal between me and the concrete wall, somehow reducing the pain (albeit I didn't feel any really, other than a difficulty moving). It didn't take long for Mark to exclaim that my back should have crumbled into mere molecules by now. Shortly afterwards, I begun pushing back against the wall, moving the car despite its weight and speed. He yelled again, "What! There's no way! It can't be real!". This was when I yelled at the top of my lungs, blacking out.
The dream ended like this; in darkness. I felt and heard my sobbing; crying over the death of my siblings, father, and, likely, my mother.
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